so there once was a boy named patrick, who, for the life of him, was having difficulties cranking out a 24 page paper that is due tomorrow. as for most of us, we'd be smart enough to start writing this 24 page paper a long time ago. but. patrick is special, and he decides to start on it 2 days before it's due. after not leaving his closet of a room for 40 straight hours, this is what becomes of him:
Diagnosis 1: Nonsensical sentences and hidden obsessions come out
Mondoyo (8:20:39 PM):
Mondoyo (8:20:43 PM): hooot
Mondoyo (8:20:48 PM): fingers
Mondoyo (8:20:49 PM): cold
Mondoyo (8:20:55 PM): type
Mondoyo (8:20:57 PM): on
Mondoyo (8:20:58 PM): computer
Mondoyo (8:21:00 PM): going
Mondoyo (8:21:02 PM): craaazy
Mondoyo (8:21:11 PM): I like lollipops <~~~~~???
Mondoyo (8:21:20 PM): heheeee
Diagnosis 2: Holding conversations with yourself
Mondoyo (8:25:58 PM): how many burritos could a deborah burrito if a deborah could burrito burritos
Mondoyo (8:26:58 PM): perhaps 4
Mondoyo (8:27:09 PM): if I do say so myself
Mondoyo (8:27:36 PM): what do you think jenkins?
Mondoyo (8:27:44 PM): I'd say 3 and a half my good chap
Mondoyo (8:27:56 PM): I do concur
Diagnosis 3: Imaginary people start to appear. In the following scenario, it was just a conversation strictly between me and him.
debbiewebbie44 (9:09:38 PM): i'm so sick of school
Mondoyo (9:09:46 PM): me 3
Mondoyo (9:09:48 PM): err 2
Analysis and Recommendations: Patrick clearly has gone bonkers. Kids, don't procrastinate...you don't want to turn out like Patrick now, would you?
hahaaaa just for you ;P
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