Logistics
First, photos.
Second, this is a logistical update, because I'm at work and in a logistical mood, and I'm uncharacteristically seized with an urge for a status report. So:
I am on the cusp of six hours of exams tomorrow, more or less consecutively.
I have done less than six hours of revision, more or less cumulatively.
In two weeks yesterday, I will be having a Spanish exam.
I don't speak Spanish.
In approximately two weeks today, I will be in Boston, for clam chowder, and my sister's graduation (in order of relevance. Ha, no, only joking). Only, there, it's "chowdah" and "bahston", and "fenway pahk", and the New York Yankees are "those goddaymned cocksuckahs". There, you will worship their Red Sox and you will eat their seafood and goddammit you will drink clam chowdah until it comes out yo' ears. Aight.
After that, I'm going to Prague.
At some point between the two sentences above, I will be getting my year's grades. If you listen closely, you might hear something that sounds a little like someone gnawing on their liver. It will be me.
Over summer, I've acquired an internship. This will probably involve me making tea and mindnumbing powerpoint presentations, but for the sake of argument (and my CV), let's call it a corporate finance position at Deloitte.
And in September, I'll be cycling from Singapore to Thailand. I promise a travel journal.
That's it. Apart from a stunning revelation I've had recently that, when it comes to the crunch, all land is an island, really. Therefore, the lexical distinction is superfluous. QED.