Freakin' and streakin'

There's a sort of cold, heavy-yet-spry panic that sets in whenever I remember that I have exactly just two weeks left on the Hill. OH HELL.

Also, Sunday nights are the worst.

Oh, also, happy Mother's Day, world. My mom is the best, and I don't think I tell her that enough. So oddly, I'm telling you, Internet. Great.

Oh, and ps...I finally went streaking this weekend. Here's to a long life of nude running...

Dreamin'