BARUCH = LIFE

I work here and I school here. I spend five days of the week -- amounting to over forty-four hours (almost sixty if you count the commuting! (... wait a second, is that right? Yeah, it is. Wow, that's pretty fucked up)) -- here. I get money, I spend money. GAH.

( The bad news: work. )

( The good news: school. )

SO YEAH, LIFE IS BARUCH. I don't know what exists outside of it.

There's more... but I have class, and subsequent busy-ness for the next eight hours.

(Fuckin' Montreal'd better win tonight.)