DC Conspiracy is Live and Disrupting Differentials

First things first. D to the mother fuckin’ C Conspiracy is fully live, go check it out. If you’re in the DC area, join up. We’re going to be drinking, talking about the industry, drinking, going to events, drinking, making a jam book, drinking, sharing a table at SPX, drinking, doing a local FCBD promotion and drinking. I designed the tight, tight site and the massively talented Deborah Orgel did all of the illustrations except for the bad ones. I did those (and to see the bad ones you need to explore the inside of the tree house – put a few Easter eggs in there – more to come). So check it out.

As for me, I studied all weekend. ALL WEEKEND. I took one shower since Friday night and put on jeans once to get a burrito on Saturday. I got a second burrito on Sunday but I stayed in my sweat pants. I am so fucking hot right now. I’m just having a hard time grasping this class, my last class, and then I get my masters. All I want is a C.

Shit used to be a lot easier, I was a lazy fuck over at Boston University and yet I still flew by. Take my Differential Equations class, for instance. Sounds tough. It was at 8AM. I rarely went. I went for the midterm and the final and then a few random classes that I slept through. One class had a great moment, probably the greatest moment in class sleeping history.

I actually had the nerve to show up to class in my pajamas. Red fucking flannel pajama pants and a crusty t-shirt, a hoody thrown over it. Now, this wasn’t too strange for me. I wore my PJs quite often. I wore them out to bars occasionally if it was a weeknight. PJs and slippers. If it was cold I threw on a robe. So to say that I showed up in my 8AM class in PJs wasn’t really that big of a deal.

But, obviously, I instantly fell asleep. This was one of those stadium seating style rooms, I had my feet up and draped over the chair in front in me. A little bit into the class, I’m snoozing away, when an anomaly in my environment wakes me up. I hear a tremendous fart.

I wake up, turn and look at my Mormon friend Josh, point at him and start laughing my ass off. My laughter dies down as I realize Josh, and everyone else, is laughing at me. It was pretty embarrassing, I let the laughter and smell die down and go back to sleep, never to return to differential equations until the final.

I got an A in that class. A is for ass of death.

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