Like, not even a little.
It's dead-center of finals week
The tears, they doth streak.
A new job, while rewards I do reap
Leaves me not with time to... sheep.
Yeah, no, this full time work and school thing is exactly 0% as easy as I thought oh my god. I love you all, and I want to slather my love inappropriately across LastMoon at will. But alas, Satan proclaimed that numbers and letters shall be mixed in math, whatever lane you're driving in shall be slowest, food is not free, and exams shall be final.
My summer's not far out. Bout a week or so, and I'll be able to get on in the evening hours. Maybe do the staff thing, too.
Please enjoy this rendition of the pennywhistle solo from My Heart Will Go On.