All existential angst aside, I feel like crud. It's the quarterly "You're not gonna have any fun at the beginning of break" malady I always seem to get at these times of year. It can't be at a time when I have time to waste, oh no... Gotta be compounded with finals and scheduling and moving and all that. Joy of joys.
Good news though, I do get to schedule. And I'll get a W instead of an F (hopefully) for my oft-neglected German class. Dr. Chalupa is awesome. And she gave me an A- on my Nietzsche class. Thus ends my foray into grad school. Things, once again, work out for the best. At least until the next crisis rolls along. One more year to go... thank the gods. Jeebus. Something. I've made it this far.
For the summer? I want to make a biodiesel refinery. I will make many tacos, play some video games, drink some beer. Likely no vacation. Oh well.
For right now, Mythbusters and Stephen King-iness...
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