Back to life, back to reality

You know you're back to the real world when you go from this:

(Ah-Ma-Zing seats at the Thunder Game with great and very generous friends)

(I think my eyeballs are somewhere in there....)

To this:

(strange rashes, three puking family members, homework, 4 hour night classes, a broken heater, and other nonawesome stuff)

Who wants to join me in the countdown to spring break?
And who can help me get rid of these nasty STD arms?