'These last two weeks are going to be hell. I'm scared. I feel sick every time I think about how close the thesis deadline is. Of course, in exactly two weeks I will be so drunk I'll barely be able to stand on my own. I will be screaming and covered in champagne in the afternoon sun, making out with my best friends. And life will be good.
But for now, I'm scared.'
-- al
But for now, I'm scared.'
-- al
