Valentine’s Day was invented by Geoffrey Chaucer, my main man, but it was also first mentioned in his poem about classist birds so you can see the conflict I face today.
Being in a Zoom class with me is just a continual questioning of “how many beverages does she have on the left side of her desk? Is that a different mug? Did she prepare these?”
Me, dismantling the giant box building I spent too many hours on in Minecraft bc I’ve decided to change one small aspect of it:
We Must Imagine Sisyphus as Happy.
Me before every single grad school group activity: *You don’t have to say anything. Let everyone else do the work.*
Also me: “Hello, everyone. Let’s review the assignment. I have compiled all of my thoughts...”