An old email... but a clever center

This was my day before taking an exam. The story is rushed and broken, but you get the gist.

so here's a good one

and hopefully the beginning of many more

after you left me in my panic state, i scurried to the computer lab
late, waiting patiently (only on the surface, perhaps it was my leaden foot tapping ((stomping?)) that gave away my impatience--oh and that vein in my forehead poking the guy in front of me)

so of course i have trouble logging on

i dont know...

and then of course it runs out of paper

but i dont know which trade to load bc they are all fucking empty

so i load them all until it starts printing again

and then out of the corner of my eye i see a stapler

like one somebody left...
whohoo! is what i think. something aligned

but it doesnt have staples i see immediately how the object depreciates without staples, enough to leave it as a crude torture device.

so i decided to try my hopes of asking Dr. Anderson

hes feeling merciful

gives me a quick second to hear out my story about alexs being a douche

and then he slips me an extra roll (?) of staples

"ya know if you were to look out for your fellow undergraduate brethren, you would return and put this in the stapler"

so i do

i feel like i am doing a small justice in this world

and of course now i am going to be late to my exam

but this girl had her own little crappy stapler that conveniently ran out

and i just silently slid her this stapler

no look no words

just a small miracle

-k