This is the school I attend.

Last night I had class and learned that the most recent project is off to a terrible start which makes me mad and today is tax day and I am perpetually ill and there is exhaustion. It exists. In my head. With the exhaustion.

Oy.

I mean, honestly folks.

How could you not be in love?

It’s a bit of a crappy photo because I took it with my phone, but you get the idea. (Oh, and that finger in the photo – that was an entirely intentional strategy for making sure no one thought I just used a stock photograph to wow you with spring-y-ness. Ok. That is a lie.)

Yesterday, one of my coworkers noticed flowers on my desk.

Ooooo…who sent you those?

My boyfriend, of course.

For what?

Because he’s nice.

She narrows her eyes.

No. But, for what occasion.

None.

Suspicious glaring.

But what did you DO?

Nothing.

No, seriously.

Ummm. I was stressed out and I had a headache on Monday night.

A headache?

Well, I get migraines, you know. So…a BAD headache. But yeah. ::shrug:: He’s a good one.

Jaw drops open. Nose wrinkles.

Achhh! Well, yeeaaah he is!

I’m totally kicking this cold in the balls. But shhh. Don’t tell it that or it might come back with a vengeance, and I don’t like vengeances.

While I’m doing kung fu moves, you should take a moment to appreciate this. Because watching kids play pinball might be my new favorite past time.

Note that he can barely reach both flipper buttons at the same time.

Also note that the only reason he became interested in the game in the first place is because the ball shooter thingy was the back end of a gun. So he thought it was a toy gun in a holster. So he’s standing there trying R.E.A.L. hard to pull it out.

Kills me dead.