I finished the semester. My first semester, as a graduate student. I finished. I'm done. I don't know how I did, yet - I'm actually kind of scared to look. No matter what, though, I'm done done done. I have big plans. Part of them include doing absolutely nothing, and I'm off to kind of a stellar start. I'm sitting in Vail in a Starbucks, streaming Buffy the Vampire Slayer to my iPhone while writing this post and the first couple of pages of my novel.
Seats are in short supply, and I'm considering offering the spare one at my table to someone in exchange for a pumpkin latte.
That's as complicated as my thoughts are getting, right now.
It's positively lovely.