Just My Luck. No Recess.

The tree is down, the lights are gone, the holidays are over. It's starting to look like good ol' drab January in this apartment, and I'm trying to accommodate it as best I can.

Three years ago tonight I met a man at a bar. He was strange and hulking and creepy, like a viking without the horned cap, and he kept asking my friend and I what our signs were. Luckily, a fellow and his friends sat down with us and made fun of the scary viking until he stumbled off in dismay. That fellow, I would later realize, was one of the nicest guys I've ever known, and I am lucky enough to be his girlfriend. He might make the bed with the comforter upside down sometimes, but the point is that he makes the bed. And that's just really helpful of him. Thank you, Andrew.

Tomorrow begins the countdown. The anxious countdown to being finished this program for once and for all. Can't wait to be done.

Also: I must return this sour milk when I get up some ambition. Ooh, McDonalds. Maybe I'll go now.