happyfish

Reading week is over. Woe. Fun while it lasted, especially the oh-so-authentic symposium, complete with chocolate fondue and guys in tights!  Just like they did them back in Ancient Greece. I discovered that my nearest liquor store closes weeknights at nine, which wasn't very useful. But I ended up not being hung-over for work, which is always good. And relaxation. I almost forgot what it's like to relax. (Clearly by relaxing I mean procrastinating liek whoa. I had a huge list of things to do during reading week, and only managed to get part of them done. Never expected to finish it anyway.)
Midterm tomorrow. Woe. And I am clearly not studying for it, though I did study all of last week, so I feel pretty prepared. Other than for the paper, which is still in its rough draft sans conclusion. Whatever. I think I've done most of the word limit in less than an hour, so I figure I diserve a break.
I wish winter was over. I am sick of the snow and the cold and the having no good fruit to eat. It is impossible to find good oranges at T&T. Maybe I need to go somewhere else, but since I already go to two grocery stores I don't really feel like it.  I think of green grass and leaves on the trees and part of me just goes 'yeah, right.' Mom and Dad called Friday to say that it is plus twentyfive in Saudi and I am nearly sick with envy. Stupid winter. Stupid snow. Stupid cold.
On a more cheerful note, Fake Mustache on Thursday!