Beginning of the end

It has taken me less than twenty-four hours to feel perfectly at home. Jo came over last night for beer and commiseration, and I slept fitfully and felt odd, out of place and somehow disjointed.

My classes look good and fairly easy (I will admit to dropping my 300-level class in favour of a 200-level replacement... why damage my GPA further?), and I think I saw Boston there... who can blame a girl? I have had raunchy dreams about a certain someone for several nights in the past week, and I'm just trying to put them out of my mind for now. As Jo said, it is best not to expect anything.

Not much else to comment on at the mo, just finished making some tasty soup, and I think I will sit down to enjoy it. Its great, these first few days when nobody is working but everybody is around. Numoy dropped in for a visit, I missed her.

So here it is, the beginning of the end, the first day of my last semester. *sigh*