Admiral Regulus

In the past 10 days, I have done literally nothing but sleep, eat, and work on end-of-semester assignments for school. Even that is kind of a generous statement to make--I ate nothing but microwavable trash food, and even my dreams were filled with thoughts of conformal maps and partial differential equations.

Once I finished my last final exam yesterday afternoon, I went home and slept for a little more than 12 hours. It's over now. No more classes again until January. Today I'm cleaning up and eating some not-so-trashy food. It feels good. I feel free. I don't know what else I'll do today, but I suppose that's the beauty of it.