Oh blessed BYU library. I remember once when you were my second home. I remember the days when I'd sleep in your basement, I'd stay from morning till the wee hours of night, and I would interact with no one other than you for days at a time. Those days were very dear to me. Two years have passed since then, and now I have returned to become a study bug once again. You smell the same, you look the same, you feel the same.
Thanks for being such a good friend, BYU library basement level.