Another bites the diva dust

Contrary to self-perpetuated myths, I have survived this crazy semester with three classes and TA-ing for another, graded 120 papers in total, successfully written 30 + 25 + 25 pages of papers 5 days before they are all due and actually even got to like 75% of it. It doesn't take a maths genius to figure out how thick and dark my eyebags are in the aftermath. Here's onto major shao-time for the next month: dumplings on the couch, here I come!

Heh narcissism has never felt so good. This is like passing my driver's the second time round. But sshhhh, don't say I said so.