So, I don't know. I think we're going to get Mexican food (and margaritas) on Saturday night which is exciting.

I need to write three pages on the reasons for Byzantine survival in the seventh and eighth centuries, and I don't think "luck" is going to cut it. But I don't really understand why, other than luck. I think I see a weekend in the Reg in my future. I'm sick. And sick of all this. I'm sick of the weekends spent researching things no one cares about (and I use no one loosely, more I'm sick of researching things I don't really care about). I'm sick of the math lectures that I don't follow and the lectures that are straight out of the book. I'm sick of reading things I didn't choose to read, and of problem sets, and of late night sessions spent trying to get another two pages out of a topic I'm tired of. I think I'm just burned out on classes, on math. Six months off is probably just what I need.

But meanwhile, finals still must be studied for, and short essays must be written.

Ag gabhail síos ar m'aistear
le solas mo chroí
fann agus tuirseach
go deireadh mo shlí.