End of the quarter sucks because there are seven classes piling a ton of shit on at the very last minute.  My sleeping schedule is all out of whack right now, and I don't really remember the last time I fell asleep in my bed, as opposed to passed out on the carpet in front of textbooks.  Or when I last showered, for that matter.  Or shit, what day it even is.  Is it Thursday?  No, it's Friday right?

...Just checked the computer clock.  It's Saturday now.

oh god I have the ACT in like seven hours.  What the hell my life.  And a ton (like, three or four) parties in the next week.  And I'm reffing a tournament next weekend where did my life go.

And since I've got nothing of better substance to offer, here's a "vintage" photo of me in disguise at Baltimore back in July:



I'm covering my face to protect my identity.  Plausible deniability and all that.  ;)