Final diary entry, March 24, 2000:
Spring break comes to a close. Soon, those who vacated will return with their tans to survey the works of those of us who remained behind. Indeed, they shall expect spectacular progress, unimaginable feats of intellect, discoveries that rewrite the laws of physics themselves, and a cloak of dust on the foosball table.
That'll be the sunstroke talking.
Indeed, those who return shall find us wandering in amongst a giant herd of partially-shaved yaks. Deadlines will have slid. Resolutions will have crumbled before reality. Foosball shall have been played aplenty. Indeed, nothing shall be as was forseen by those who left us.
Except, of course, tonight's...
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