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I met this guy in the textbook line last week that I've seen in a few of my anthro classes. We started talking about our classes and it turned out that he was taking Intro to Prehistoric Archaeology, which I took last semester. He asked if I had the textbook he needed, and I glanced at his syllabus, saw the name of the author of the textbook I'd used, and said, "Sure, yeah, I'll sell it to you!"

I'm supposed to meet him in half an hour to give him the book. Problem is, it turns out that I'm pretty sure it's the wrong book.

So, I have to go show up at his class and tell him that I don't have the right book to sell him after all, whoops, sorry. That's awkward.

To punish myself, I'm going to carry the wrong book to school with me to show him that it's the wrong one. I know that this is a stupid thing to do, considering I have enough heavy books to carry, but I'm doing it anyway.

The next song I'm going to write will be called "The Masochism Rock".

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