I am completely jealous of the guys at school whose wives always make them delicious-looking lunches. I'm jealous that when these guys go home, their houses are relatively clean. I'm jealous that they don't have to spend time cooking in order to eat a home cooked meal, and that those meals are usually waiting for them on the table when they get home from school. As I sit here thinking about everything that I need to get done before Friday, I have come to one conclusion: I need a temporary sister-wife. I just need someone to move into my house for the next three weeks to cook, clean, and do laundry so that I can just focus on finishing papers and study for finals.