Dear Young People, with your questionable work ethics,

I appreciate that "it's nine in the mooooorning!", I do. But we have a poster to design and send to print in just over 24 hours, and in lieu of you actually producing work, I sat and did the entire thing for you. Yesterday. All I ask is that you get out of bed, crawl to your inbox and look it over. Not to put too fine a point on it, but this is the equivalent of our module exam, so it'd be nice if you could feign consciousness for five minutes or so.

smiling politely (twitching obsessively),

Karis

p.s. I went to bed at half four last night, and I woke up before nine. So when I say "I appreciate that", what I actually mean is OH MY GOD GET OUT OF FUCKING BED YOU FUCKING ADOLESCENT WASTE, YOU.