George is doing his orals right this second!
he called at 2 to ask me to get food for it by 2:30. it “slipped his mind” that he was supposed to cater.
just got back from mad dash to trader joe’s and psych bldg. i think i might have kept my cool if i didn’t have to park in the handicapped spot. so instead, i freaked out, handed everything over, and left without wishing him good luck. you guys will make up for that, won’t you? no teasing about his “slippery” mind, now.
😉 this color is called “blush”
ps: hey brandon!