. . . and you're on fire.

Soooo, it's 6th week of Hilary Term. Which means everyone in Oxford is slowly dying.

I'm not dead--yet. And I promise that I will post pictures from those sweet and happy times called 2nd and 3rd week when I actually made time to go on adventures.

[See? Like this. More happy pictures like this will come as soon as I get a better handle on my Herbert Hoover essay.]

But right now my adventures consist of lunch dates with the 1921 Congressional Record. So you know. I'm the life of every party.