I'm now home, which is nice. I feel like I've spent most of the past week being alone in my room (which I suppose is largely true, mostly thanks to the case of strep throat I came down with mid-week). Fortunately illness didn't seem to overly hamper finals, except for my late bio paper, and I'm feeling somewhat better now which is nice.
This entry has no particular point, other than to mention that the other night I had an ongoing dream that I was the king of Belgium and that all administrative and personal decisions were somehow enacted through Sudoku.
I also realized that I said "which is nice" twice above. I remember I had a teacher in elementary school who always talked about how meaningless the word "nice" is. Oh well. Who said I knew how to write?
also, a warm thank you to
ithych for her DVDs and their ability to ease me out of my sleep-induced stupor.