StuDYING for the Next Five Days Straight....

... then you can find me in Five Points at the bottom of a bottle of Jose.

My apartment is in ruins. I'm living off of cereal, pretzels, pasta, and pickles until I can actually find time to get to the grocery sto'. I'm dangerously low on coffee. I almost cried when I realized how many trees died in the name of academia to produce so many papers and projects. My face is looks like a drunken art student used my face as a canvas, slapping red splotches all over and emo-tastic black under my eyes (that's for you, Minh).

Two years spoiled of no end-of-the-semester scholastic crime and punishment, and I'm here I am. As Celine says, "It's all coming back to me now." The stress, the anxiety, the loss of all normal concept of time. The strong urge to either caffeinate yourself and trudge to the library with a Can Do! attitude... or sedate yourself with a crappy bottle of pinot noir and assume the fetal position.

My best imitation of Edward Munch's The Scream.

15 page take-home final. Presentation. Audition group fitness class. In-class STATs final. Grad Asst wrap-up.

^What's standing between me and Christmas Break.

Five more days and "freedom" will ring blessedly from my inner-most being.

Fughet that - It'll ring from my big mouth, that's what!

I'll be thinking of all my fellow friends, Romans, and countrymen who are also trapped in the bowels of the library.

I'll see you all on the other side.