Sick. Literally and figuratively. I scored above average on the GMAT, but no where near what I was hoping. And now where near what is average for the schools I was looking at. Oh well, still going to shoot out some applications and say some prayers. So thats the figuratively portion of sick.
Second, I scored some kind of disgusting head cold and can barely move. That might help me sleep better in the long run.
And always remember to crank that soldier boy! as mclovin would....
1 comment:
chicka chicka yeaaah boy, i be crankin that soulja boi!
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