After drinking enough Havanan mojitos to pickle a girl twice my size, I have finished my end-of-finals celebrations and am ready to spend the weekend blissed out in bed, watching Remains of the Day and Blue Planet.

I love this time, this gorgeous, free, seemingly-infinite stretch of quiet and repose - time not well-deserved (for really, it should go to people in more difficult situations than I), but it will be well-spent, well enjoyed, and appreciated more than I can ever say.