Conversations with my roommate

Singing along to: Slumdog Millionaire

I walked in triumphantly, having just completed the last final exam of my undergraduate career.

"I just finished my last final," I declared. "I want to celebrate. I'm going to do something that I don't usually do."

"Drink?" my roommate asked.

"No," I said. "Get takeout!"

And I did. I got honey bbq wings. And they were delicious.

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Honestly, the sense of freedom that's gradually settling over me is amazing, and something I'll probably write more about later. It's also an illusion, but I'm trying not to think about that now. I guess I just did too good of a job bribing myself with visions of sloth over the past few weeks, which contained more late nights in a short period of time than in the rest of my college career combined.