Two finals now down, one to go. Nothing much new to report--more studying (the next few days), more drinking (last night), more fluctuating between making an ass out of myself and flailing about cluelessly with women (ditto), more Big Ben heroics. Oh, and many more ding letters. Contracts is 8 to noon Wednesday, followed by packing, drinking, sleeping, and driving home Thursday. Break plans are still up in the air, wholly dependent on the interview situation and whether or not there are any more forthcoming.