So yesterday I was very, "Ha ha ha, finals debauchery! You attempt to confuddle me with your days spent in study and turn me into a sedentary blobbo! But I have your number, and I shall (a) eat salads and Grape Nuts and healthy things today, (b) take frequent breaks to move and stretch, (c) not neglect my exercise schedule. Yes, ho ho, I have your number!"

And then today rolls around. I've been laying on bed bed basically all day, to the point where my shoulder's like "WTF? Am I supposed to be able to move, at all, ever?" I've eaten (a) cookies, (b) leftover pizza, (c) SweetTarts, and (d) burritos (and soup and oatmeal, which *ahem* are healthy). My body is well on its way to becoming vermiform, friends.

Finals start tomorrow! I am SO ready. And by that I mean if I have to spend another free day where I could be, I don't know, catching free-range octopi, laying on my bed staring at notes, I'm going to turn explosively homicidal. So bring 'em on, I say! And let me out, also I say!

It also strikes me that I've developed some patterns in coping with finals. Like I did last semester, I spent yesterday night baking banana bread. I also, courtesy of Jenna's strong suggestions, read Harry Potter when the going gets boring.

To Miss Jenny, I say: A hem to you, milady! I am less bitter now that I'm actually going to get to have finals and I don't have to wait through a three-day weekend to get there anymore.