done

done. I am done with my last paper, I am done with this semester. done. done...done...done-done-done. I have been sitting at my computer for 14 hours straight, and I am a little loopy. But DONE!

I'm going to rate this semester as not quite as hellish as doing my research project last spring, and not quite as annoying as reference sources, which involved driving to the school library every Sunday in order to do my homework. But it comes in a strong third.

But, this is the last semester in which I have 2 classes. Next semester, there is only one, and then I will be really done. I can't wait.

Why did I decide I needed a master's degree again? I distinctly remember saying a bachelor's was good enough when I finished school the last time.

And now, I really, really want a massage. And Rich says I deserve one, go get it by all means. He would do it, but not for a full hour like a professional will.

And now that I have free time, i think I can safely say that my holiday cards are not getting sent out this year.