Divisions and Precisions

That's a touch unsettlin'

Whatever social graces I may lack, I can at least take comfort that I am not as bad as the guy sitting in front of me on the university shuttle this afternoon, who was picking his nose and muttering to himself. Another glorious mind, o'erthrown by finals, no doubt.

Speaking of which, mine are over. Five short pages of literary drivel lie between me and complete freedom from academia for three whole weeks! (Well, unless you count my job.) I survived the semester, sanity and GPA for the most part intact. Go me.