Still haunting the library

I want it to be spring. I want to go and do homework in the park, not in Bobst.

I decided to go sit against the exterior wall instead of overlooking the atrium. The suicidal thoughts were starting to give me the heebie-jeebies. (Not that I'm suicidal, just that when you're too smart for your own good, you start pondering these things.)

I'm writing a paper comparing Oedipus and the Sorrows of Young Werther. The weather is blah. I have used all my Pandora hours for the month....

Blah, blah, blah. The end.