I'm going on vacation and there's not a bloody thing you can do to stop me. Hooray for all-expenses-paid trips, because now the money part is all behind us and we can focus on tanning and drinking and snogging in the bright Jamaican sun.

Words cannot express the full bliss of Spring Break, although an interpretive dance performed by a superhero can come close. The single sad note in the concert of pleasures is that I shall not be publishing for about a week. I know, it's hard for all of us. But be strong. This too shall pass.