How I have missed the caffeine-induced, feverish, reading and the frantically numbing typing of keys. It’s been, what, six weeks since the last bout of sweaty insecurity and nausea-approaching tension?
It’s a good thing, I promise.
Okay, not really. But I’m okay with it. Gotta chase those dreams.
On a similar note, the organizers of the Women’s March came to campus yesterday. One of them told us that we might be going off to sleep right after the talk. Cue the entire student body quietly snorting and laughing, “Sleep? Us? Do you know where you are?”
Updates will follow after I make it through the next week or so.