Has any ever told you that finals suck? Well trust me, they do. And having to write with a pencil in my mouth probably didn't help any. My upper right arm had a clean break and was in a sling with a splint, while my lower left arm was split into three pieces at the break. I had a full forearm cast with immobilized fingers. Fun. And while we Fleshies heal quickly, bones only heal so fast. The best of us can shave maybe a week off heal time for bones. Consigned to weeks of useless limbs, I began the laborious task of filling out exempt forms for the exhibition exams. It's about midnight now, and I'm having a hard time focusing on writing.

It's really beautiful outside tonight. A cool breeze is blowing from the north and the sky is clear and the moon is bright and I don't feel the urge to sleep at all. I remember when I was 13 and dedicated my life to becoming nocturnal. My mom shut that down after three days. I suppose I should explain how my arms healed so fast, but it will make more sense if I tell it along with the first day of second semester. And I don't want to write anymore now anyway.