So I come back from classes and I see a small tower of dishes on the floor of my bedroom. Here's a hint: I didn't need that shit after an 8-5 day of classes, including an exam and a visit to the SHC to deal with my niggling doubts. Here's another hint: I didn't put them there.
I have two suspects: one who almost certainly thought it cute to put what they thought were the dishes I dirtied (less than 50% of the dishes in said tower), or one who I thought was above such bullshit.
Excuse me while I take a nap so I can effectively use my extension on the homework assignment that was due today.
- Mood:sleepy as fuck
- Music:3 Doors Down - When I'm Gone