This has been the least productive day thus far. Maybe more so than yesterday. I came to a consensus on my schedule finally though... and keyed it into Outlook. It's ugly and scary, but vari-colored, and that's important.

Anyways, a note on the past two weeks. When I brushed my teeth a few minutes ago, I had the unique experience of doing it with my back turned to the schizophrenic Christmas lights of yesteryear as the one dopey string flashed its little heart out. The fact that we can have such festive (if existentially confused) decor up in early September is doubleplusgood. I guess those statements had nothing to do with the past two weeks.

I'd been terrified of coming back to Ithaca, to the final year, and to the chopping block. Stories involving chopping blocks rarely end in anything but tears. As it turns out, though, the past few days have been crammed with more laughter and merry-making than I've experienced in months, and it's impossible for me to exaggerate that sentiment. Generally speaking, I'm so happy that I'm starting to feel a little guilty.

I'm feeling good right now, even though I've done like none of the reading in preparation for tomorrow.

I have Napster back, and lots of crazy happy music.
I have a job that starts soon.
I have 8 edge-of-your-seat classes. Sort of.
I have Statler Fridays, new basil, Lola, my cameras, tennis partners, and a folder labelled SENIOR YEAR!!! on my computer that's already starting to fill with memories and videos of Corey funnelling beer.
I have fish in the freezer.
I have a system.
And I have Sam's little bottle of rum for insurance.

Now I can go to bed.