You’re still alive? Neat, I can almost say the same myself. Well, I know you’re busy, it’s okay, we both are. You’re downing your energy drink of choice and highlighting like a madman, or you’re writing paper after paper until you can’t see the screen anymore. You sleep coma-like for a few hours and then wake up still pulsing with the caffeine that couldn’t keep you awake the night before, but now feels like a hangover. After all, there’s nothing like dead week to really break your spirit right before finals.
Tomorrow’s Forecast: Goodbye to Fall Quater, and soon enough to 2009. Farewell, Gauchos. I’ll miss you.