I have four more classes, one discussion, two papers, two finals, and a four-hundred-mile drive separating me from my summer vacation. I've pretty much mentally checked out at this point. It's so weird thinking about moving out of here in a week and a couple of days, but it's going to happen whether I like it or not. I meant to send a box of stuff home last weekend, but that didn't happen. I need to buy more boxes. I need to write my papers. I need to stop starting these sentences with the letter "I."
Days Until Summer: 9
Random (tmi) Fact of the Day: I have to go to the bathroom.
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