Just got done with the first mid-term of my graduate school career. Hip, hip, hora zzzzzzzzzzzzz. Yeah, don't ever romanticize those good old days of cramming for midterms and finals. They're not so great. But there is a euphoria to being done, knowing that, good or bad, you got through it and don't (hopefully) have to do that one again. Now I'm gonna go home and sleep. Ciao.