I think the most frustrating thing about finals is that (a.) my brain feels like a pile of autumn leaves that has been laboriously sorted by exact shade, then randomized by some asshole with a leaf blower, and (b.) I'm engaging with a lot of complex, interesting ideas -- things I'd love to devote a fair amount of time and attention to, and write a well-constructed and communicative blog post. But I can't. See above: leaf blower.