Dear Doctor,

I'm starting to develop a serious case of senioritis. I've once again started to enjoy casual lunch dates and lazy Sundays and I can't stop. My symptoms have increased and all I want to do is go window shopping, eat yogurt in the afternoons, and just be out-and-about town. Why must everything that is so bad feel so good?

No, I must resist. I must go back to my cage at once and forget about it.

Where's my pen dammit.