So I'm now excited for my trip.
I'm all decked out with new cough syrop, new dried fruit, and a new sweater. With odds like that, how can a trip not be spectacular? I know you'll all miss me, but fear not, I will return. I should be home at about 9 or so on Sunday night for some frantic paper startin. Sounds like a gem of a time waster to me, but I gotta earn that degree somehow, now don't I?