Just a quick update that I’m no dead, but I kind of feel like I should be. Three finals in a week is about my limit and this has been the most stressful, most exhausting, most difficult week of my life.

I’m really glad it’s over.

So there’s one more to go, and then I can write about the drama and shit that’s been going down, about what it’s like being a non-drinker but still social, and start really packing for London.

Actually, I think I may nap first.