sleepyYeah. The campus really needs to repave itself. Seriously. Take this from someone who gets the quasi-vague-pre-motion-sickness headaches if too long on a bus; the constant bumping and leaping and having my head smacked around like a soccer ball makes it very difficult to follow my anti-headache regimen; which amounts essentially to pulling up my hood, leaning against the window, closing my eyes, and pretending I'm elsewhere.
In other news, I think it may indicate something deeply twisted about history majors in general that this morning, as the prof described a particularly involved and witty medieval book curse, and was getting to the part about any potential thief's hanging, eye-gouging death by ravens, the entire class ended up dissolving into helpless, falling-out of our chairs laughter.
Either that, or it was that it was eight-thirty in the morning. Eight-thirty classes will make anyone a little vindictive and bloodthirsty.
