So I'm sitting on my couch on St. Patrick's Day watching The Social Network while buried in manuscripts from different sections of "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf" and attempting to start my articles for the newspaper that I'm an editor of. Because of newspaper policy I'm not allowed to talk about the articles that are going into the paper or what I'm writing, but essentially I have to design this week's worthy national and international news pieces and supply it in a two page spread.

Something tells me that I'm not doing Spring Break the way that I'm supposed to.