There's lots of stuff going on!
There's BEA (Book Expo of America -- but book peoples call it B.E.A.), to which I would go if I had a teleporter, or a TARDIS (note to self: get a TARDIS)
There's my final paper (and annotated citations, and ten multiple choice tests, and 30 multiple-choice questions I had to come up with myself) all turned in just in the nick of time (note to self: GET a TARDIS)
And there's--well, there's a lot of other stuff, that I don't really want to think about for the next day or so, because the text book I had to read for ten days straight sorely tested my love for the printed word, and the annotated citations in APA format made me want to poke my eyes out.
YA in Bloom!
Oh, and there's this distracting thing that's probably going to occupy my mind every Saturday for several more months:
(note to self: GET A TARDIS
BTW, "The Doctor's Wife" was written by none other than Neil Gaiman. Yes, neilhimself. Author of Coraline, The Graveyard Book, Stardust and other brilliant stuff. Yes, that bloke.
What, you thought I was going to let you go without mentioning books?
I'm off to listen to a bit of John Green's Looking for Alaska, read by Jeff Woodman.