A plan was hatched to “take care of me” during this last, most difficult year of school. At first, I thought, take care of me? I don’t need anybody to take care of me. I’ve been doing fine all by myself thank you very much. Last night, a difficult night, I realized that yes, yes I desperately need to be taken care of. I haven’t been doing this alone anyway, and I can’t start doing it now. I mean this in the most honest, earnest, and unironic way. I think that I need to be taken care of. What a surprise.