Little late on this one.

Yesterday was sort of insane (by sort of, I mean completely). It is that time of the semester where everything converges, and I honestly half-way wonder if I really want to come back next year and do this all over again. Things that make me happy were a little hard to find: even the old standby, a good dinner, was impossible. (I'll be very happy to finally get off campus in the fall and cook my own meals. Cooking is theraputic, for me.)

What did make me at least relax, and realize that I would make it to summer, that everything would be okay, even though he's in Saint Louis: my gentleman caller A. He's been calling for about two years now, and knows the drill on stressed-out girlfriends. Making her laugh is a crucial step. On my phone, there's a picture of him in a dress, fuzzy chest and all. Oh boy. There's one that's not for the Internet. Private collection, anyone?...or else blackmail material.