Tomorrow I take my second final of the year, and with that out of the way, I will have completed everything I need to do for my undergraduate degree.
Everything.
I'll be done.
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This is terrifying.
I've been pretty spotty about everything online, and that will at least hopefully clear up after this. It'll be nice to see if I can get some of the clutter in my life organized, too. I can have a nice, clean conceptual space in which to freak out about the future.
In the mean time, the song Adventures in Solitude is trying to give me a post- high fantasy story idea; the magibrain is trying to cross over Torchwood (which I don't want to rewatch), Fables (which I've never read),
beyondtherift (which has a life of its own), and a handful of half-realized braintics together into an original urban fantasy universe; I have the sneaking suspicion that Jonas has secret and very well-hidden Epic going on; I've rediscovered the joys of my ancient SG-1 fanfiction, and !7 is a twelve-year-old boy. Being a millennium old does not make you mature unless you're Ves, apparently.
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[magi]: *reads
this tag, because se's trawling old RP threads*
[The Doctor [!7]]: *slyly* And Jack does not like big "but"s. And he cannot lie!
[magi]: asdfjkl; I am going to beat you with a salmon!
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One day I will have something substantive here. This is not that day.