In early summer, we made some kind of a bet with my friend.
The deadline is "the half of November", aka 15th.
I think that I am failing terribly. Not sure how my friend, but I htink she is probably doing much better or at least she has much better chances than I have.
I guess that for me it will go as I predicted.
We'll meet and all I could say would be "well, till the next time then?"
I'm being a desperate ass...
...therefore I should probably get back to writing my culturology paper.
Or just go on with me silly story. It's keeping me kinda alive, I'd say.
But now, I want to bury myself, curl up in the corner and die silently. Noone would miss me, at all!