Ommm. Ommm.
I am oddly zen for not knowing what the hell I'm up to come August 30th. It's gotta be some kind of mental breakdown I'm not aware of in the hazy daze (or days. Haha, get it?) of finals. Yaaay, go me. Um. Okay. Double Master's. One Spanish, other either creative writing or Afro-Am lit. 'Cause three master's degrees is insane, right? Riiight. A doctorate in Spanish lit, probably a focus in either translation or theater, aaaand then a long, frustrating life of trying to achieve tenure. It's nice to finally have a plan. And I feel my age again! Not super-old, or wicked young, just...me. It's good to be me.