This is my life until I leave for my spring break trip Sunday morning: twinkle lights; too much hot tea; a tauntingly blank word document; and thick stacks of anthologies as I research and write a paper comparing and contrasting the literary allusions in Virginia Woolf's Mrs. Dalloway and T.S. Eliot's The Waste Land.
I keep telling myself I'm going to miss college when it's over. At this moment, I'm not sure I believe it.
(By the way, you might be able to catch what I'm wearing in the reflection of my laptop. If you can't, it's a t-shirt and cut-off jean shorts, which is pretty much what I've had on the past 48 hours. Fashion blogger fail.)
