You’re miserable. We’re miserable. The guy who’ll have to kick us all out of 210 from 7 to 8 am is preemptively miserable on behalf of everyone involved. As per tradition, we took this dark and dreary night as an opportunity to traipse through Butler and photograph the anguish. Send your own photos of the meek and the wild to email@example.com, and we’ll add ‘em to the collection.
Take heart, warriors of these halls—only a few more hours ’til dawn breaks.