In an apparent dual act of solidarity, the Bronx has decided to become unseasonably warm and host a monsoon.
This coincides with what I understand to be identical circumstances in Portland yesterday, further reminding me that the only thing actually separating me from being in the Northwest are these final papers and a few days.
It also coincides with the storm of trying to finish everything in time to get out of dodge for the holidays. Somehow, no matter how much preparation one does for completing finals, it still feels like a bomb is ticking away somewhere, and that finding it in time is out of the question.
But, so it goes. And so I go, back to it.
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