Actually it's the last five weeks of the semester, but it certainly feels like I'm being prodded by imps. This general feeling of sulphurous persecution was compounded by the epic cross-country journey I performed this weekend to get home from spring break. Side note: remind me to make my sentence structures less camp. Anyway. I missed my flight at 5.45am on Sunday because, really, who's awake then? And it went downhill from there. We spent five hours in a tiny airport, until eventually I was bailed out by parents which aren't even mine. 'Lucky' doesn't begin to cover it.

So, I ended up taking the most crimson of all red-eye flights, from Orlando to Las Vegas(?!) to Denver. I made it home after spending the hours between 3 and 6am asleep on an airport couch, hugging my bags and waiting for the bus to start running.

So, having done that, I have a paper to write tonight. My roommate's out getting hypnotised. Literally.