Shatter

I hate my eyes. I thought I read pay your residence fees by June 15th, so yesterday I was freaking out. I called the residence place at like 9 pm. The person just relaxing at the front desk hears the phone ring. A frantic young man cries out, "Did I miss the due date for residence fees?" Turns out it's July 15th. 

I gotta go stab Julius Caesar myself for having the worst name possible.

Also, I think I should start writing that book. I'm on a bit of a literary streak rn.