ready, set...

All good things must come to an end, I suppose. After (ahem) a month off from classes, it's back to the ol' grindstone. 12 more credits, more thoughts of how to rid myself of as much responsibility as possible (moving to the Virgin Islands and operating a tiki stand is one idea), procrastination, and navigating the dusty book shelves of the library. Bring. it. on.

Ok, but in all seriousness, I am a little anxious. A month is a long vacation, but this particular vacation was filled with plenty of unplanned occurrences and at times, beaucoup stress. But I think I tried to take every opportunity to relax and savor each moment. I'll have to hang onto that and remember that the temporal stressful moment will indeed pass. (Deep breath)

Spring semester, you're fast approaching and I'll try to be friendly...

Lastly, I want my 2.3 readers to meet my brother's cat, Mia. She likes to bite, hiss, and scratch. But we're new bff's (as you can tell in the picture).