My wonderful excuse to justify the two Fs I'm sure I'm going to receive.
Because Combined Humanities needed a spouse. It found History, and it was love at first sight. And now they are fabulously wed, in Las Vegas, no less.
At the last moment Tojo withdrew out of the race to give me a B (yes I won't even hope for an A), and sent Mister Chamberlain in his place. Chamberlain the fool.
Guess I'm not going to a foundational institution after all.
Or anywhere.
Might even fail my O's at this rate.
Oh wait, I will.
And I'll be the first person to do so in a couple of years then, oh woe.
I'm going to sleep this over. It'll be painful to spend this day in consciousness. I'll waken tomorrow and stab people senseless, that should do.
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