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Finals. I cannot express my hatred due to Adderall-induced fatigue.

So then, a story to amuse you, dear reader. There is a guy who lives on my floor named Justin. Justin is a really big guy - the guy who ate the nine Big Mac sandwiches in 45 minutes for $400, as we fondly call him. That, or Justin. Justin's room has a mouse, which they (Justin and Jared, his roommate) have affectionately named "Lando."

I go into Justin's room in order to discuss our upcoming math final, and see Lando scurry across the floor into their bedroom. Justin gets a weird look in his eyes and runs into the bedroom screaming, "I'm gonna wallop 'im!" Picture the scene: Jared looking really confused after waking up from the light, Justin hitting everything in the room trying to get Lando to come out, and me laughing my head off in the doorway.