I'm afraid of this turning into a list of my fears (ordering alcohol, changing lanes, opening doors, turning on lights, my body, talking) when it ought to, and could easily, be a paean to the million fabulous things. Among them, being almost-done with my almost-last semester of school. And I am good-riddancing as hard as I can with the knowledge that I'll probably be a good two days into non-studenthood when I get that learning itch and regret not taking longer.

eta: but I am looking at pictures instead of writing this paper, so we'll see about that.

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