Is that an epsilon?

It's Wednesday.

I woke up.

Barely.

I didn't want to wake up.

I went to Calculus.

I did my homework the night before.

After tech crew.

When I finished at 1am.

And then I went back up the hill.

The long and large hill up to Stuart.

Where I talked to Allison the friend at the desk.

She was happy to see me and I was too tired to hold a conversation.

I bought blackberry juice.

It was good.

And then I put it in my water bottle.

Which had dilluted five hour energy in it.

I kinda forgot about that.

But the cranberry juice part of it was really good.

Even though it cost like $1.80 for this really small container.

That's how everything is here.

Overpriced.

But we pay for it anyways through our meal plan.

Which costs $1800.

Per semester.

If I wasn't forced to buy their food.

I could buy used car.

And if I wasn't forced to buy food for two years.

I could have $5,000 (since I'd have to buy groceries)

And then put that in an endowment.

And then I'd get $500 every year for doing nothing.

Probably more because that's how interest is working right now.

Oh well.

What's another $3,600 on top of my $35K tuition anyways?

I'm getting distracted.

I went to bed.

Then I woke up.

My body was spaghetti.

And I went to Calc.

I already said that.

I had a full schedule.

I don't like my full schedule.

I don't even know what this means.

Why is there an epsilon thingy?

So school happened.

I took a one hour nap in the library.

The floor was hard.

My back did not like that.

My back is not a happy camper.

And now I'm back here.

In tech crew.

When I came in late.

At 7:30.

And then we performed and I moved a piano.

Yes.

I'm serious.

Every night I get to lift a piano about 2 feet.

And put it on a stage.

It's wonderful.

"Lift with your back," they said.

And then we finished Act 2.

And then they be like.

"blah blah blah"

Let's run the show again.

And we all said yes.

We all didn't want to.

But we couldn't really say no.

And then we practiced bows.

For an hour.

And now it's 10:30pm.

And guess what.

We've just started Act 1.

It's 10:45pm.

I should do my math homework.

But I'd rather sleep.

God damn it I need to sleep.

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Well.

I took a nap.

In the fly ceiling.

For about 30 minutes.

Then I had to move a frekin piano.

Then someone threw up.

And then they be like "we need help cleaning it up."

And guess who really wished was doing something.

That would be me.

So we laid some sawdust on top of it.

That dried it up. Made it not smell super bad.

And then I pulled out the mop.

Because I was gonna mop it.

But I got lucky.

Not really. Just one moment of luck in the vast universe of otherwise disappointing ventures.

But I didn't have to clean it up.

"Health/Safety hazard blah blah blah"

We had to call someone.

They cleaned the rest of it up for us.

How nice of them.

Then we kept running the show.

Until about 1:05am.

Needless to say, I didn't do my math homework.

That's a future problem.

"Life is full of shit. Yes it really is. Life's a laugh and death's a joke is true..."

"You see it's all a show, keep on laughing as you go... just remember that the last laugh is on you..."