it's midnight and my attempts at studying for my biology final has degenerated to a point where I am singing along to the Labyrinth soundtrack and making vague punnet squares to predict what the offspring produced by my future time-traveling escapades will look like.
save me from myself.
edit: there is a 50% chance that my child with david bowie would have blue eyes.
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