is a book by Esther Milner that I used in my thesis research. But the latter half of spring break has seen it take on an ironic (and perhaps schadenfreudeian?) new role in its place on my desk, leaning against my alarm clock. The second week of break, which I set aside to do my job application, devolved into me enjoying several levels of atrophy. I somehow made it through the New England winter with the constitution of an Olympian, but the first bird-chirps of springtime had me sleeping off a fever for an entire week.
The right choice.
The right choice.