A plea

Pleeeeeassseee stooooppppp talking about chain shiftinggggggggg, aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!! It's D-Day minus one over here, and any mention of the Northern Cities Shift makes me really, really nervous.

I ran into a classmate in one of the dining halls last night. She was spread out with a half-eaten box of crackers, a big block of cheese, a reading lamp, various blankets, a laptop, several writing implements, and a few reams of paper. I stopped by to say hi and ask how long she'd been there: two days without leaving. Linguistics: it takes a lot out of you, but nothing that a good hunk of extra-sharp cheddar and a weekend of sleep can't put back.