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Well, here I am. At the end of the year, in Fauver apartments, getting ready to go to bed, but getting immersed in Iron Chef America, a goat cheese battle. It's cool because I've been to the challenger's restaurant, come to think of it--it was good. I don't like that he's cooking with lamb. That is not ok, esp. if it's goat cheese, people.
I am feeling a little bleh since everyone left. BUT. I am done with Russian House (thank God). And I do not have to stay there for senior week. I have much work to do tomorrow, however, and begin working with a music professor on a project and getting some hours in at the history department for one last week. Hopefully I can squeeze another $100 or so from Wesleyan before I leave.
Bed time. I guess that might be one word. Whatever.
I am feeling a little bleh since everyone left. BUT. I am done with Russian House (thank God). And I do not have to stay there for senior week. I have much work to do tomorrow, however, and begin working with a music professor on a project and getting some hours in at the history department for one last week. Hopefully I can squeeze another $100 or so from Wesleyan before I leave.
Bed time. I guess that might be one word. Whatever.