It's finals time.
If I seem like I'm dropping off the edge of the earth, it's not because I don't love you. It's because I am working on my finals right now. I currently have a professor who likes to yell, I mean, loudly, about formatting.
He's threatened that if our journals don't look real (as in, we've been writing in them all semester), he will lower our grades a letter. I am totally paranoid that he will look at my journal and think it's not fo' reals enough.
So yeah, if I don't talk to you until after Tuesday, that's why.
But look! A Robot! He can entertain you till I get back.