Two days ago I pulled myself together and mailed off all of my grad school applications. Even the one that wasn’t due until the middle of February. I finished it just as my family was coming to pick me up to take me home for winter break- my mom said that she hadn’t heard me talking that fast in years. I was pretty much bouncing off of the walls.
I feel like a huge weight has come off of me. It’s been a hard three months; I had to basically drop off the planet for awhile and I hate doing that. Now I’m at home for one of my very brief visits and I find myself with a stretch of time that for once needs to be filled. I think I’m going to read heavily. And see Return of the King. And maybe sleep; I hear it’s good for me.
I guess this is my backhanded way of telling those of you that I AIM with that I’ll actually have time to talk again. And go to dopefests. And that sort of thing.
So now there’s nothing left to do but wait, really, and try to banish misfortune as best as I can. Anyone who feels like joining me is more than welcome.