In which my summer begins...

...by staying here a bit longer. Thus begins Dead Week, in which the band stays in a single entryway and joyousness ensues. I am on the sixth floor now, with elevator access. This is a beautiful room.

My muscles are voicing their protestations at my overuse of them today, carting stuff from one end of campus to another, being much stronger than I really can be. Tomorrow will be a good day.

Also, a haiku:

Finals are over.

I can read things for fun now.

Oh what shall I do?

More updates to follow once I actually have time.