Oink.

So I had this totally jacked up, finals induced dream the other night.  It involved me, the newly minted 2L, my suitcase and passport, and some German frau at Immigration in the Frankfurt Airport.  As I deplaned and followed the herd of people onto German soil, I was stopped, informed that I was dying of Swine Flu, and had to be quarantined.  The only thing I kept thinking in my dream was, "Motherf***er! And I just spent all that time outlining!"

Thankfully, finals have ended, and the Gypsy, sans pig flu, will be departing the Deep South for Beantown in T-minus 30 hours. Everyone, get excited.