Soo.... I was at school at school today. And while I was at school while I was at school, I was at class. But when I wasn't at class, and I wasn't being rained on. Fucking rain. I saw this poster in the hall for student health services, and I didn't get to read the whole thing because the first item on their little sheet was "stress managament assistance." And I got on the elevator and told these two ladies in my class that I don't need no help with stress management. I know how to manage stress just fine. All I need is a bottle of vodka and a shotgun. Oh yeah and don't forget the bullets. They said they'd remember not to piss me off.