How did you even get there, cat? I told you not to sneak out.
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How did you even get there, cat? I told you not to sneak out.
So I know right now you feel like…


but after tomorrow you’ll be all hung with only the waiting to drive you crazy…

then the masses will come and everyone will be all…

and the night will continue on until you’ve gone home at last and realize…you’ve done it…you’ve survived!

and not only survived but pulled off a damn good show!


heck. you might even be free to feel a little frisky after all the work by then.


and life will be good.
well…that is until finals creep back up three weeks from now…
the end.