It is pouring in Evanston. This is undoubtedly a good thing, as it has been stiflingly, disgustingly humid for the past few days. I figured living somewhere that was not a long-drained swamp* would mean more manageable weather, but nope, the Midwest never fails to disappoint.

Finals was not a good choice for "time to relapse into mysterious illness." I was stuck in bed all day, which leaves tomorrow as the only time to wrap up two big ol' English papers. But after that my little brother is flying out so that I won't have to drive the 14 hours home alone, and it will be nice to see him, and nice to have a little break from here.

I don't know exactly what else I wanted to tell you, except that if you don't hear from me for a few days you should be concerned that I am dead, and since my roommate has utterly disappeared, it could be days before anyone finds me. And, on a lighter note... puppies?

*DC is disgusting in the summer, for real for real. But it has an excuse.