Tell y’all a story. It’s a story about a young man called Gus. This young man was renowned for leaving things until the last minute. Didn’t matter. whether it was doing the laundry, or completing a major set of exams, it was always left until the last minute. Every single time, he managed to scrape through on willpower alone, usually involving one hell of a “night before” effort, (including coffee and the obligatory half packet of cigarettes, as is the custom in Gus’ lifestyle).

Tonight, as we can see, Gus is back at it. Sure, the exams are over, but he has found himself completing a budget for the Sydney University Rifle Club that was due 6 hours ago. Not only that, but also a Development Proposal Form, past financial figures for the year, and also a complete club inventory with replacement prices indexed by age and increasing CPI replacement price. To do this, he has to sort through a pile of documentation, half a metre high I kid you not, to get the figures he needs. Of course, the rest of the committee (he’s the treasurer AND the secretary after they lost one) he has heard nil from.Then he’s going to see a client early tomorrow morning, looking his lovely best (as one does at 8:30 in the morning). So hooray!!!

It’s good to see that Gus hasn’t lost his touch

I said it. the ILY’s. And as expected, it all fucked up. He never said it back, and has now gone all wierd.
Why do I never learn. I shouldn’t tell anyone those kind of things. *crawls back into introverted hole*