It’s that wonderful time of year when everybody starts to come a little bit unscrewed.
Everyone on my hall just headed to the basement for a party involving ice cream, Oreos, and a violent version of musical chairs. You know what’s worse than toddlers on sugar? College girls on sugar. It got scary.
Fun. But scary.
There’s something about being stuck in the same building, bumping elbows for three long months that has eroded our sanity to the point where playing childhood games is suddenly as cool as getting free Starbucks lattes for a month.
Alright, maybe not that cool. Point is, we have cabin fever, and it’s starting to show. As of right now, we have 11 days, 1 hour, 11 minutes and 45 seconds until we can all go home.
But who’s counting?