Sitting in the cubicle today, sans puppy, with roughly 26 more final drafts to complete before I can consider myself “done” for a bit.

Have yet to catch up on blogs, my god.

Turning in a “Requested Fall Schedule” even though I have no intention of being here next semester if it can be at all helped. So far, it can’t be helped… but my god, I hope it can be.

Feeling floaty and free, I think it’s the finish line in place… but also the knowledge that I may have something interesting and challenging to do come September. The thought is intoxicating.

Need money. Stat.