You don't even play piano

Hey, Richard! Yeah, the one who drives the 24X on Saturdays. You're a bastard.

Anyway. Last night our sink got backed up or something, so we used the red phone to call the emergency maintenance line. They said they would send a guy over this morning. So naturally the guy shows up after 3PM today, after our sink had begun to overflow because for some reason the upstairs plumbing/shower was backing up some unholy cockroach Christ in a basket bile into our sink, while Jason and I bailed it out the front door. I feel like our kitchen will never be clean again.

I also have this final tomorrow and it's one of those finals where "if you did all the reading, you'll be fine." It's not the fact that I haven't done all the reading that bothers me, it's that this is the absolute scrubbiest loser excuse for final study tips my professors give. This is just a little more unreasonable in this case because 1) the reader is the size of a phonebook for a small city and 2) it's worth 50% of the final grade.

Then I have two more finals the next day.

I will be so glad when Tuesday is over.

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