The last couple weeks at school were a blur: reading week, term papers, four final exams, Christmas parties, packing, and the usual shenanigans. Basically, I was wearing my pajamas and carrying around a giant box of Heart to Heart cereal the entire time. And disheveled and sleep-deprived and unshaven. (Extremely attractive, I swear.) Which reminds me of something Professor Scholl mentioned during a lecture on linguistics - why do we only say "disheveled", never "sheveled"?
Anyway, the caffeine's already wearing off.
Next stop: Tokyo