So, let's review:
I spent Monday night at the McSweeney's office until 11.
Tuesday, I was up late dealing with Aaron's nervous breakdown (by dealing I mean doing laundry until midnight because I didn't know what else to do).
I had my last final on Wednesday night and celebrated with cheesesteak and cider.
All this crap is coming after a nine-hour work day.
So when my mom congratulates me for getting through the semester, then cautions me to prepare for how busy I'm going to be in Santa Barbara, I ask her, "How much busier could I be?" She laughs and I realize I left my personality in 2003.