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Despite my weirdo eyesight issues (which my father diagnoses as psychosomatic but promises me my brother's dork dog, Voodoo, as a seeing-eye dog if I go blind), lack of sleep, and general stress level, I got up this morning, put on my assault-and-battery eyeliner, and proceeded to bend that Western Perspectives II exam over a table and make it scream for mercy.
One down, three to go.
One down, three to go.
