Oh, that's right. I have a blog.

I clearly don't care about keeping up with this. May is nearly over, so it seems silly to post about Moustache May. My finals are looming. In a week, I will have graduated. My nose is running like a faucet. I have mixed feelings about everything. Except the runny nose. For that I harbor feelings of nothing but pure hatred. Excuse me. I must go try to clean out my nose without getting snot in my moustache.