Day 2 of Finals Week
I think Bike Yoga is beginning to lose
it. She’s twirling around and jumping while
chanting Prince of Egypt music.
I don’t know how much longer we can
survive here.
All that we’ve found to eat so far are
cheap soups.
Now, Z is dancing with her but to her
own music so the living room is a cacophony of sound, a strange mix of hip hop
and gypsy music. It’s comparable to some strange tribal dance.
I’m sending this message out into the
great wide web. I don’t have much hope that anyone will see it.
If anyone’s out there please send a
rescue team and tell my family I love them.
-Sherlock
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