Dear friends, lend me your ears...
I'm not sure how I was delivered this time, but I was. My last blog was about procrastination (If I remember correctly). And now it's time for the moral of the story.
It was a dark and dark night. It was a Wednesday night to be exact, the day before the big research paper was to be turned in. On this particular evening, I had 3 pages left to type. I finished work and I had it planned out perfectly: I was going to go to the library and spend the next four hours finishing my paper. My first problem is that I had waited so long to do this. My second problem is that I didn't make it to the library. On my way to campus, I got in a car accident (don't worry, no one got hurt) and my car got hurt (the car is not a person). It was injured so badly that it couldn't go on, and I had to take two hours out of my day to get the mess sorted out. By the time I made it home, it was late. I had to stay up until the morning hours to finish my paper. After all that, my printer wouldn't work. What is the moral of this story? Will the car be OK? Why is the sad Cebu sad? In the words of Eulaylee Mckeckney Shin-"I cannot say. No, I cannot say at this time"
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