after two days of 3rd-year orientation

If I am never heard from again, please think fondly of the empty husk that now houses the shreds of my stress-ravaged mind. I bequeath the online parts of my worldly and intellectual goods to schiarire.

(Never again will I ever have a scrap of free time, but it's going to be fun! Also soul-destroying. Also, fun.)

My brain is reacting by suddenly getting very interested in eyai again. DAMMIT.