Speaking of the mind, mine has taken a long, winding journey to Dar es Salaam, or some other place not easily reached, and even less easily left. Holding a linear conversation has been a trial of proportions not seen since OJ or the Menendez brothers. It's a delightful combination of being mentally frazzled, physically stretched from long hours of self-induced stress (yes I'm whining) and studying.
The weather has been very nice and accommodating. I've spent several mornings channeling On Golden Pond and reading my book du jour, Of Human Bondage. I started reading it when I was in Miami, just to have something to do when my ability to focus during lecture disappeared (usually after about thirty minutes of listening to monotonous professors drone on and on and on about Lord only knows what). It's a good book, but took a backseat to my readings about Apartheid and the Berlin Wall (aren't I cool?), and multiple tests. I'm hoping to finish it quickly, because I purchased a stack of used books yesterday. Literally, A STACK.
Amidst all of the insanity I have come up with the