"It's not the meds, she's always like that!"

So, after a mildly relaxing ( I kid, nerve-wrecking) weekend at the Bastille ( or 'Casa de Ma & Pa' as my sister would call it), it's finally time to have yet another person rip out a favor out of me like a piece out of some crusty bread.

See, my sister will stay over for a few days at my place, since she'll probably be going through so strong meds it'd make the Betty Ford - clinic wince. The fact that she has to go through surgery to get to that point is, of course, a bit of a bummer, but hey, with this autumns finals coming up next week, I'd gladly change places with her ( and who knew: you don't have to be older than the patient to be considered the 'Legal Guardian'!)!

So the next few days should be somewhat... special: nevermind the fact that my sister will probably want to chew on random colorful objects while I'll be trying to look like I'm studying - having to drive through ( or, well, technically 'out of') downtown Helsinki for the first time is probably going to be nothing short of a feat.

Luckily, though, the whole week consist solely of crazy women on medication and failing every single course this fall; since Christmas is so close, most of my week will be spent on ( almost) compulsory boozing and shmoozing.

Whehey!