See, the trouble with trying to write an informative and/or amusing post at the end of the first week of midterms is that it just doesn’t get any easier if you’ve also spent the last several hours in a relaxed and extended version of your normal (plenty long) commute. Even the Amelie soundtrack doesn’t help that much as far as post-writing goes; it just makes you more tired and French instead of just tired.

The mighty and mysterious qat is here for the weekend, which is great - don’t get me wrong - but did necessitate the lengthy trek from LaGuardia to Manhattan and then from Manhattan (from Harlem, more specifically) to the ass-end of Brooklyn. Luckily, we were able to at least break the whole journey up into a couple of comfortable stages with a mac and cheese break at the MrTailsHaus.

Now - us being home and it being late and this being the end of a very long midtermful week - I think I’m seriously off to bed. With any luck, I might even escape my now-recurring C dream.