It’s one of those “12 hours on campus every day” weeks.

Which means it’s also one of those “have repeated panic attacks in my office” weeks.

Come on, brain. Now’s not the time for your BS. Wait until after finals, alrighty? I’ll let you concentrate on nothing but naughty Leibniz thoughts* if you wait until after finals to spaz yourself into a quagmire of busted synapses.

In other news: I need this shirt.

*You do that anyway, but whatevs.