Spinning Tops

Goodnight, California. My last few days here have been cough-ridden, sleazy, and fairly blank. Something about the bug going around mutes my hearing, and I can't yawn to clear my ears for the life of me. I feel slightly congested as a human. I'm excited about returning. To what exactly, I'm not sure, but it doesn't matter and I depart anyway. It says so on my ticket. So I'm guns blazing to glory and destiny packing a single copy of the century's best essays, the Word of God, and my hiptop. But before I retire, I must return to the idea that it's not about me. So here's a toast of conceptual hope and mutual encouragement to another half academic year sacrificed for God.