Heart Attack

I almost had a heart attack today. I printed off my hefty thesis and took it over to The Print Shop to get bound for turning in. Kelley and I picked them and wandered over to the education department to drop them off, discussing how odd a sensation it was to turn in such a massive document. As I stepped into the elevator, I scanned to the back of my paper... and it ended on page 34! It was meant to end on page 59.

Gasp! Heart attack! Where were my pages? Crap! (And other "crap"-like words!) Luckily, it all worked out painlessly and all, but I hate having those heart attacks. We turned in our whopping papers and then I ate a tuna and cream cheese sandwich. Because if that doesn't merit a tuna fish sandwich, I don't know what does.