Now, I'm not much for soapboxes or railing at the sky and passer-bys. I mean, I wouldn't reject a present of an actual soapbox, but speaking metaphorically, I'm just not that... concerned with other people thinking just like me. And even if something is irritating and I feel strongly about it, I try and keep this off of here. Because if I start, I might not be able to stop. And then I'd turn into this guy, and you wouldn't stop by anymore. At least, not until I 86'd the overcoat.
But I'm breaking my rule today. Donning the overcoat, if you will. School has been long this week. Heck, I think it's just the weight of all the weeks of this semester, bearing down on me. Now, usually on days like this, when it just all gets to be too much, I turn to my treat of choice:
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| No, I don't turn to food for comfort... Why? |
It's like magic, right out of the vending machine. But today, even Mr. Keebler isn't helping. Either he's lost his little baking-cookies-in-a-tree magic, or the problem has just become too large. And what is this said problem? Mouthy students. Hence the name of this post.
