November Coulier almost caused me to fail

I'm at the book store and I decided to swing by the magazine rack. Lo and behold, Coulier. I open it up, sick shots on every page, gear reviews, Mr. Gunderson has a sweet shotin the back, on and on. I started to walk for the cashier and then I thought about that pesky Biology test tommorrow morning.

Fuck.

If I buy the magazine, I will spend all night looking at pictures and reading the articles. I stutter stepped and headed back for the magazine rack and gently set it down. Damn. I guess it will have to wait for tommorrow.

Impressive discipline young grasshopper.

Damn. I have a subscription to Colouir, but with my recent moves, I have no idea where my mags are ending up. I suppose I ought to do something about it, eh?