YEEHAW, FAMB. Time to take the kids to the ol' country store for this one.
***The following was written very late Wednesday night. Read accordingly and at your own risk.***
BLERG.
Thursday night games. They throw off everything.
Like today, when I went to work, and everyone's tweeting all like, "herp derp, it's really Friday, derp."
FALSE, sophomore walking home from your 11:00 am class at Lowder to watch last night's recorded episode of whatever terrible AMC or FX show you convince yourself is comparable to Aaron Sorkin's acrid blathering while you blast Snapchat stories from your couch to your various social circles.