Ging is back in class. He’s been dying the death all week and the poor guy is showing it. Even his hair looks like it’s been sick for the last week.
I got some grades I’ve been waiting for this week. I’m starting to wonder if I’m actually this smart or if it’s kind of like “Yeah, we’re just killing time before Christmas.”
It was an interesting weekend, where interesting means completely fucked up and way too adult. Newf had to deal with something he shouldn’t have had to deal with. Or wouldn’t have to deal with in a perfect world, anyway. Fortunately, he had two excellent people there to help keep his mind off of it.
I’m looking forward to next weekend, where we’re having a tree-decorating party! Because it’s almost Christmas!
