I really ought to stop helping people.

My high school "friend" randomly called me up yesterday while I was (not really) enjoying some chicken-salted hot chips and wedges (with vinegar!!!), asking whether I knew there was a Marketing 100 assignment due in the next day. The conversation went something like this:

Me (Your Humble Narrator): "Yeah."
My "friend": "****! Have you finished it?"
Your Humbley Bumbliness: "Yeah, a week ago... Why?"
Douchebag: "****ing Hell! ****! I just found out and I haven't even started!"
Moi: *With a lack of interest* "Wow..."
Idiot: "Man. ****! Are you at uni(versity)?"
Narrator: "Yep."
Waste of my ****ing life: "****, man! I'm ****ed! Can you help me on it?"
Dil(l) Pickle: "Yeah, sure?" (If only he could hear the question markiness in my voice)
****face: "Oh thanks, man. I'll be there in twenty."
(WHY,) Dilshan (,WHY?!): "M'kay..."

And so, he showed up to university and I helped him on his Marketing 100 assignment from... 3:30-ish in the afternoon, 'til about... 6:30-ish in the evening. I was planning on staying 'til about 9:00 PM, but there were storm warnings for Perth (Haven't we had enough?!), and dad had already shown up when I hadn't called him. I have an assignment due for Business Information Systems 100 on Friday, an assignment due for Economics 100 on Tuesday, and a Business Law 100 online skills task on that same day to study for. Zat waz a moufful.

I doubt that my "friend" would ever consider paying me back for saving his time, his money and whatever else he has left. I'm too easy on people. He'll probably never learn, and I'm doubtful that I ever will, either.

I hope life returns me the favour soon. God, how I need it...