Hm... number 13! Also number 18. (And the first question is pretty invasive, but there are others that seem more invasive to me.)

A few angst-ridden haiku:

NaNo and Yuletide
Are much more exciting than
Homework. C'est la vie!

Six final projects,
Ten degrees out. Guess it can
Snow down here in Hell.

I won't be back in
This place for six months. Where do
I store all my crap?