Officially hit the yes-the-start-of-school-would-be-nice-but-I-think-I'd-prefer-an-extra-week-or-2-of summer-at-this-point point.

I have this New Yorker cartoonesque image of a man going to a demonic pawnshop with a "CLOSED" sign on the door.

Could you *sell* your soul for the salvation of all mankind?