Holy

Maybe it should be Random Monday.

Next semester will be less nuts. Probably.

This isn’t Juliard, sweetie.

Um. That’s literally the job description.

Such convictions! Such assurance!

What????

I could not open that bottle. Jug. Thing.

These shoes are so creaky!

Why does my shin hurt?

Look at this tiny vacuum.

I cannot. I CANNOT.

Why do they insist on coming in sick??? Why do they think anyone else wants their germs?????

Can we just fire him?

Rejoice.

At least I am well-hydrated.

And there it is.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

I just don’t think it’s unreasonable to want everything to NOT hurt all the time.

This should not have been this hard.