this is what happens when you work many late nights in a lab filled with droning mosquitoes and buzzing fluorescent lightsthen you start to write things in your notebook like:
"Day 33 : I think Jenkins was staring at me at lunch again. I hate him so much..."
("Day 33 : I think Jenkins was staring at me at lunch again. I hate him so much..."
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Sun 8 Feb 2009, 22:33,
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mofaha ┐( ˘_˘)┌ ʅ(́◡◝)ʃ,
Sun 8 Feb 2009, 22:40,
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