Some motherfucker punched in my passenger window and stole my backpack on Monday which only contained my loose leaf paper notes on Differential Equations WHICH IS THE EXAM I HAVE TOMORROW. What a fucking week. Finally got to the point where I could scream/cry it out after I got my window repaired yesterday. After dinner I had gotten to counting my blessing. Thankfully, I have an amazing study group I'm headed to now (hows that for isolating less, new years resolution?). On top of this, after the exam, said lady friend from a couple Pubski's ago is coming over with whom I get to cook some stresses away and unwind with some AtLA. Have plans for Friday night with the local music scene, a lead on a job after college, and some mother fucking brunch on Sunday. I'm determined to make this week end as goddamn high as it started low.
All-in-all, that's my week.
On a total side note: where's lil?