My apartment is a war zone littered with the remnants of my Christmas tree, brutally slaughtered by the vicious mercenary Moka.
On an unrelated note, I will be happy when finals week is finally over. Sleep- what is this you speak of? I have a potentially brutal final in less than 8 hours. Sometime between studying and waking up I hope I sleep. Did that make sense?
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