I am doing just that. This semester end is already proving to be the ugliest one I have ever had.
I'll just be glad when it's over; finally, I'll be able to get onto an exercise routine again.

So, yeah. My 22nd b-day was officially a bad one, perhaps my worst. But what're ya gonna do…
Back to the grind. My work beckons me, and it's a mad dash and last pull to get high grades.

~ Daniel J.

P.S. Edit

Incidentially, I've come up with a new catch-phrase, and I hearby ™ it.

"Hookers? Oh, right, the Hawx of the Cawx."

Now get yer hands off of it -- YEAH, I F#$%ING MEAN YOU, @$$HOLE! -- that line's MINE!!