Breakin'.

So today was my last day of break, since I'm on a T/R schedule. How was my week (or more accurately, 12 days) of freedom? I drank two beers on St. Pattie's Day, watched our boys get humiliated on national television, finished up the greatest yearbook ever™, watched it snow outside, did almost no homework whatsoever, and then proceeded to rip up my head while shaving, thus making my decision on whether to grow out my hair that much easier.

I suppose one could call that a good enough break. If there was a god above, though, I'dve been in Spain. Or pretty much anyplace where I couldn't use the line "watched it snow outside." Hmph.