Bussed down to NYC to visit my lovely roommate, G, for the weekend. She conveniently didn’t remember the password to her wireless network, which meant I went pretty much offline all weekend (only exception: I did borrow her laptop to check my email Saturday and respond to my future English landlady. I ignored all other emails.) 

It was nice, and I’ve actually done this a few weekends in a row — last weekend because of the wedding and the weekend before because of a church retreat — and while it’s sort of refreshing, it also sends me into a major panic attack on Sunday evening as I try to sort out my emails, catch up on news, and scan through my Tumblr feed.

Things I’ve missed over these past weekends? Amy Winehouse’s death, the Norwegian shootings, Randy Moss’ retirement, Nnamdi Asomugha signing with the Eagles, and S&P downgrading the US’s credit rating.

I haven’t been able to live-tweet about any of these things as they unfolded, and that’s really unsettling to me. The fact that it disturbs me so much probably says a lot about me right now, I suppose.

Huh.

Sorry for the less-than-entertaining blurbs as of late. I’ve been channeling all of my blogging creativity on a soon-to-come post about my feelings towards leaving Harvard. 

But first, I need to sleep and regain some sort of coherence. Night! :)