Well Swell

Last class of winter quarter today. Time has flown by faster during this term than at any other time of my life. Ever. Whoosh.

I am feeling a lightening, rays of hope piercing my apathetic and inactive bubble of post-Paris depression. Like I have been in an old building during the night after the sunset of Paris... and now as the sun rises once again the beams of orange and yellow are growing, growing, through the cracks of the old boards.

I have so much to do, and soon I will do it. Why not now you ask? (Well, I ask, myself) Excellent question. I defend my lack of immediate endeavour on nothing in particular except the feeling that things are going along like they should and things will happen when they are ready. Odd, but there you have it.

I am getting nappish, though, and I have some assignments and a 20 page rough draft staring me down... ought to work on that before I crumble into sleep.