Today I was at the university. I took along a stack of cue cards and marveled at how well I knew each book as I looked at the cue card. I think I'm going to be fine next week.
Then I went to the Student Union Building's copy centre and bought myself some office supply treats: two wonderful pens (because I used up all my good pens while writing notes) and every possible colour of highlighters. Holding my handful of shiny new pens, I felt rich. I've now set to work, highlighting key words in pink.
Now I'm home, and I'm going to take a break this evening. A new friend, who apparently lives a few blocks away, is coming over to watch the Battlestar Galactica premiere. She's bringing chocolate.
Also, my mother sent me this family picture from 1985, and it keeps making me smile:
Seriously: I was a set of glasses away from looking like Cousin Oliver. And my brother's Mr. Rogers sweater never fails to crack me up. (Not to mention my mother's hair...)