Despite my initial worries about being back for a winter break period for the first time in three years, it appears things won't be as dire as initially expected.
I had forgotten that my room at my father's house is a veritable treasure trove of SimCity CD-ROMs, phrase books in several languages, a Rubik's Snake and lava lamps. If these post-finals swollen throat glands turn into something serious, at least I know I'll be able to entertain myself until it blows over.
I'll also work on my lock-picking skills. No joke. Watch me.