I came to school on a Sunday so that I could get some of the work that I’ve neglected all week done. Instead I’m on Facebook and mentally reliving my Saturday night. But at least I’m at school being unproductive instead of at home. Because here, it looks like I’m doing work, and my roommates all think I’m doing work. And the illusion of being productive is just as good as actually being productive, right?
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