Art History.
All class involved me, more or less, smacking the crap out of everyone.
After that I had lunch, during which I burned a waffle totally on purpose.
I've pretty much been on my computer all day since, rescuing the internets from ruffians and dogs.
Oh I hate dogs.
Good news:
Staring at this bright screen for hours seems to have granted me the ability to fly. I stole a hotdog from a guy and put a child in a tall tree.
Edit: This concludes a week in the life of Greg. Why not do a victory lap (in a viking helmet)?
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