le dix avril

there is nothing to write about.
il n'y a rien a ecrire.
in precisely one hour, thirty-six minutes and forty seconds, i will be released into the dense wilderness of spring break, off to frolic in the grey, rainy weather. i expect i will be sitting inside with a mug of chai tea, most of the time. working sometimes.
everyone in the city is almost done with their break, so when i need something to do, they'll be back at carved desks in dingy rooms.
it's good friday. what exactly does that entail?