If you have a free day, free either b/c your classes are cancelled or you're a lazy slacker like C who has used five out of her seven sick days in the span of four months, then use that day wisely. Have a brunch that will make you really gassy, buy some big league chew, and go back to the apt. and be productive. Sit for hours complaining why your life sucks and outline the symptoms of clinical depression. Listen to slow music and talk about writing a screenplay that will be a smash hit, and berate pulitzer prize winning authors who have 'made it.' Oh, be sure to interject every five minutes how you feel fat and what can be done to ameliorate the present puffage.
Basically, we've done nothing. NOTHING. 'Cept C blew out a muffled, hot fart that she later admitted has "left my couch in ruin." My emissions paled in comparison, though I did crack open my balcony window at one point. This post is almost as pointless as my existence.
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