Third time's the charm.

Well, that cliche isn't necessarily true. This is the third time I've redone this project. I'm still not entirely satisfied with it, but the progress I've made gives me some hope. I like the urine a lot more than the venue name/date/time.

You fail at type, you fail at Life.

And boy did I fail on this one.
No joke, the first tears of the semester came about after this class. I finished the first copy the day before it was due, and hated it. I spent the next twenty four hours making another piece. Ironically enough, when all was said and done, the second version was also a failure.
I have to redo this.