I digress.
Anyway, things can only go up from here for the following reasons: 1) Fiction class in a half hour (no words for how much I love that class!) 2) going home on Friday. God, I'm so excited about that.
I don't know why, but lately the idea of going home has totally obsessed me. It's like I *have* to - like going home will re-energize me, or make me more me than I've been lately. I think the summer took more out of me than I thought it had, so home will be helpful in that way.
I want something exciting to happen *right now*, and yet...nothing is happening. Dammit. Didn't the universe get the memo that *I'm* in charge, hmm? Hmm?
Ack. I have too much reading to do tonight. It's insane. Insanity. Totally lunacy, I tell you. Maybe I'll do it...then again. Maybe not. Oh yeah, I'm a *rebel*. Look at me rebelling by not reading *all* of the Euripedes I'm supposed to.
I'm a Loose. Canon. Or something to that effect.