Nothing. Something. With a Brain Dead.

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I had a thought about a thing, but I epically wiped out by life today, so whatever thought I was having was sidetracked by three other thoughts, or possibly beaten up in a dark alley by fatigue toxins. Maybe the three other thoughts were the fatigue toxins' minions. Ohhh, conspiracy. I think I need a break. Fortunately, I took Wednesday through Friday off work, so I am less than 24 hours from Fake Spring Break. I have a long list of nothing to do. What's going on in DC this week?

Oh, right, that was my thought: which days should I play fake tourist, and which should be devoted to homework? I'm thinking Saturday for tourism, and Thursday and Friday for homework, at the moment.