Now we can swim any day in November
The quest to find a solution to the end of the year continues. Nancy Levinger wrote me some encouraging things. I think she fully supports this entire "take a year off" endeavor, which is good. I will probably have a meeting with her of some sort once school starts full-swing again. If I were in the honors program, I'd be doing a thesis. I'm not, so all I'm doing is twiddling my thumbs.
Ok. Non-sequitur:
I hate my upstairs neighbors. They are loud until ungodly hours of the morning. To wit: it is 2:30 am. They are literally stomping on the floor. I hate them and their Guitar Hero-playing selves. I hope their house catches on fire. You hear that, jackass? I hope your house-fire catches that cackling shrew that's laughing, too.
Yeah.