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I had a brownie for breakfast today. I love being in college. I didn't finish the whole thing, but to be fair, it was advertised as a Rather Large Brownie (I am not shitting you), so I knew what I was getting into.

Everything that happened in Europe between Napoleon and World War II is a jumble in my brain and I'm very, very tired so I might go take a nap before I kill you all with a run on sentence of doom, but of course, I also have to pack. Blah.

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I was such a silly girl in high school. Not that that's changed much. I found this when I was cleaning out my C:/My Documents folder:

So, I saw him. You know, him. Death. He was wearing a yellow suit. My first thought was that he looked like a banana. Or maybe a canary. But then I realized, this is Death. It might be best to not piss him off.

Then, I thought, "Wait! Maybe I'm not really dead! Maybe this is only a test, to remind me of my mortality... sort of like in "Everyman"!" But then I saw my poor, twisted body lying on the pavement beneath a terrace four floors up where my sister-in-law was panicking on the cordless, and I realized that I was, indeed, dead as a mackerel.