Mid-Midterms.

Yellow and red abound, leaves falling, stylish jackets, cool breeze... ah yes, it's that time.

It's midterms.

... And they blow.

I feel a certain sense of duty to my new blog, like I really ought to be updating more often to break it in... but every time I sit down to regale the world (read: handful of people who read this; maybe Craig and/or... my mother) with whatever I've been up to, the big bad "you should be studying" midterm guilt monster swoops down and smothers my creative "chi". You know, kind of like that stupid hand in the Forest Temple in Zelda: Ocarina of Time when you're in the middle of finding that last poe and---hmm, no. We'll leave that reference there.

Tonight, however, I'm putting aside "critical thinking" and the Peloponnesian War(s) and getting "crunk" for my wife's long-awaited 19th. It will be a celebration of class, style, martinis, and the fact that now Steph can actually come to bars with us.

... Screw you, midterm hand monster.