Dear peers, readers, Mom:
If you're looking for me between now and Friday afternoon, when my senior essay is due, you can find me here:
That would be the 7th floor of SML, in a frigid cubicle.
If you're wondering to yourself, "How did that cracked-out looking hobo woman wearing five layers of clothing, surrounded by empty coffee cups and gum wrappers, get into the stacks?," you've found me.
p.s. please send gum, diet coke