Some spring break this is, I spend hours at school in the computer lab doing work, and then at home I get swept up in a full-throttle Jekyll and Hyde freak-out over my accounting homework. It's not right, I tell you. It's spring break, I should be at a beach someplace running down the street naked, smoking crack, turning over cars, battling policemen, making amateur porn, or at least vegetating on the couch in front the TV for nine straight days. Something in my life went very, very wrong someplace.