It certainly feels like cows are fluttering behind my eyelids. This is one of those moments when the fact that time is going by so fast simultaneously thrills (vacations! boyfriend! fun!) and terrifies (exams! so little time to study! no more vacations) little old me. And in short, I’m neglecting sleep in favor of King of the Hill & R. Crumb’s illustrated Book of Genesis, and health in favor of cigarettes and prosciutto & truffle oil pizza.
Don’t be surprised if next time you see me I’m an amorphous grey blob with sunken eyes and exposed nipples, calling you “sug’” and inserting the phrase “I’ll tell you what” at the end of every sentence.