Done with finals

zeightyfiv ferried me to campus via zipcar, since the nearest bus stop to our apartment is roughly a third of a mile away and getting there on crutches wasn't going to happen. Despite assorted communication failures between the professor and I*, the exam was taken and I think I did alright.

Being on crutches seems to make everyone automatically extra-nice. Complete strangers keep asking if I need help. It's... a little bit weird, really.

Regardless, standing in line at the cafeteria was agonizing. My good leg was complaining about being overworked before I got in there, and so were my wrists. I'd like to go home and cancel everything forever the rest of the day so that I can hide under the covers.



* "How are we going to communicate?" she asked, in her thick Hindi accent. "The evidence says 'badly'," I replied.