I don't know who you are, but I would have ten thousand of your babies

[mayhap]

The nice guy whose computer I grabbed, and insisted I was not getting off until I printed my damn paper, who was probably just trying to avoid me since I was obviously about to have a nervous breakdown: Thank you, wherever you got to. Even though my paper never actually deigned to print and I had to run off and try the Gallatin computer lab, thank you.

I mean, at the Gallatin computer lab, I had this utter tart who was sitting there and reading the entertainment headlines on IMDb and would not let me print, so. No love.

So, yeah. I may yet have that nervous breakdown, but that paper is handed in.