DUDE. It's 10.46PM right now on a Sunday night, I haven't finished reading "Northanger Abbey", I don't know what the fuck I'm doing for Mr. B's Tudor essay, I have only the vaguest clue what the hell "Lamia" is about, I'm on the brink of having one of my "holy shit I'm an utter failure I'm going to fail everything and everyone" breakdowns and this is kinda the only thing keeping me together right now. Thanks man.