terrible turn of events
The apocalypse is upon us! The sky has, in fact, fallen upon my disenchanted and despairing head!
What dire predictions have been fulfilled? My iPod has short-circuited. My papers are due. The sun is hotter and brighter than ever and high-school singers have descended en masse on the previously pristine environs of Columbia.
What could it all mean? A brief consultation with Nostradamus and a variety of end-of-the-world specialists concludes that the end of the semester is upon us.
Everything that can go wrong will, computers are crashing as we speak and printers are revolting from the overload. Abandon hope, all ye who have papers yet to write.
Ah for the sweet dream of summer…
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