So I survived finals. I survived saying goodbye to Faraday House and the awesome people who run it. I survived the preliminary packing for home. And now I go to Ireland (Ireland!) until the 6th. I’m still the world’s worst blogger, of course, and have a backlog the size of Pittsburgh to catch up on, but…I’m going to Ireland. If you know me at all, you’ll know that I’ve been waiting my entire life for a chance to go; it’s like a pilgrimage, like returning to the homeland. Which…I’ve never seen before. But shh.
Ireland! Back on the 6th, guys; then one last day in London, lots to get done, and home.
(Well, Syracuse, at least. Close enough.)
Nine Points of Roguery 