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Over the course of this semester, my levels of stress have been slowly rising. Where have the hours of the day gone? Why is there so much studying that is so boring?

I returned to work today, after a ten day jaunt along the east coast. (The people are stunning, the weather is ridiculously bad.) On my bench was a small, grubby FedEx envelope from a Canadian company. "It came with the cow pox." my boss said. Inside the envelope was a candy heart with the motto "whiz kid"- nothing else.

I'm not sure quite what to make of it, but I like it all the same.