No I wasn't climbing Mount Everest. And no I wasn't off digging through the dirt to uncover t-rex bones only to be interrupted by an old man in a helicopter who ran the risk of the ruining our bones just to talk about his "new" theme park....
I was engrossed in my poster for my graduate studies. It (I) was a mess. A ridiculous mess.
A stressful "what am i doing with my life" kind of mess.
Anyways, I had put together this poster only to find out 3 days before that they wouldn't print my poster.
But this short story has a happy ending....
I was able to get my poster printed! That means I got to present which means, I was a nervous wreck. Didn't win anything and made things extremely awkward, but hey that's what I do.
Plus, I promise I won't desert you again. I know how much you count on my writings to get you by. Please, won't you forgive me?
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