headaches

Just in time for mid-terms, my head attacks. Am I dehydrated? Is it tension? Stress? Do I have migraines? Do I have a brain tumor? Am I permanently congested? Today I waited for Heidi in Copley Square and cleared my head in the deceptively warm air. We took the T to Sondereggers for a small group Brazilian dinner, and my headache vanished. Perhaps spring break will prove a worthy remedy, but until then, I must slog through T.E. Lawrence's guerrilla tactics and the intellectual foundations of the Islamic State whether my head appreciates it or not.

Heidi and I found today that we're officially going to London this summer, woohoo! We'll take classes from stodgy British professors and maybe do internships at Wimbledon, who knows? Trips to Brussels and Ireland are in order, and perhaps a return to WEC International at Bulstrode manor, where we spent some of our days of yore after highschool. Jaunts along the English countryside and weekly attendance at All Souls might also be on the docket.