Finals suck. Right now I'm trying to read some John Milton and my eyes keep crossing. And when I do read it, I somehow find it almost as funny as Greek tragedy. I don't think this is good. What doesn't help any is that I slipped up and sold my book for speech already, so that's a bit of an obstacle I need to overcome.

I'm going home soon, though. :) Wednesday...and then Star Wars opens. Huzzah!

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