Strained Nerves

I just finished my English midterm. (I never understand why they call it that when it's not the middle of the semester.) I feel as though a large weight, about the size of a condensed Norton Anthology, has been lifted off my shoulders. (Which are somewhat strained after craning my neck at the Banqueting House. )
Chuckie II commissioned Rubens to enshrine his padre amongst cellulite cherubs.

We saw War Horse tonight. I haven't been so moved by puppets since I was little and watched Sesame Street.