Note: Anyone peering over your shoulder in Olin will just think you’re intelligent, mature, and well informed.

It’s night Sunday of reading days, and you probably woke up this morning realizing just how much work you haven’t been doing. Why is tomorrow Monday? The hummus is gone. (Ed: There’s a pile of empty Natty Lites in the corner. And you really don’t want to talk about the state of your personal hygiene.)  After finally finding your backpack under a pile of your dirty clothes, you need a little break. You deserve it: