laughter is the best medicine
December 05, 2002 4:01 a.m.
It's three in the morning, and we both have to clamp our hands over our mouths to stop the giggles from escaping. Our neighbors look at us strangely and say words like "Nitrous Oxide" and "Dead Brain Cells".Jess's hair plays "lab rat" and we dissolve into laughter again as we make politically incorrect references to imperfect body parts. I try to rationalize the four tables that have suddenly appeared within each other, and Jess leans over my shoulder, hair sticking to my monitor, saying "a box, within a box, within a box, withing a box..."
We spend the next hour questing for my card and laughing at every turn my layout takes... we finally arrive at the ultimate layout!
At four a.m. our talk turns to the possibilities of a triple for next school year and the fact that I still need to study for my abnormal exam. At four fifteen, we both give up, and finally, sleep.
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