It's magical. Full of chocolate-covered coffee beans, strange posters of Bob Dylan's hair, snow and 70 degree weather in the same April day. It's deadly.
I don't even know why I'm taking 5 minutes to type this out, because life suddenly took a vicious turn, and I'm swirling into the mouth of Charybdis (but she will vomit me out onto the beach in 3 days. At least, that's what I hope).
My hours just got bumped up again at work, and I have a Greek test on Friday and a theology paper and a theology presentation and a history presentation. And next week is Finals.
(But I still have four limbs and two opposable thumbs. What more could I ask for?)