this will be the triumphant week of saying after classes finish, “well, that’s the last time i have to come listen to this ever again.” i love that feeling. i seem to elate in putting things behind me, generally. i just can’t help feeling good when i know i’m moving along with things, passing markers, making progress (supposedly). not even toward a definite goal, necessarily, but just moving forward with my life in a measurable way feels really satisfying.

but then again, so do cheeseburgers. two hours of this class left and i will have my satisfaction.

last night my friend/former roommate/current couch-dweller josh used the word “fantastipotamus” instead of “good” in a sentence. how can you not be glad this guy is back in your apartment?

my friend shannon has hilarious stories about infants. you can read them from her though.

oh, and i “put up” our “christmas tree” last night in the apartment. it’s maybe 20 inches tall, but boy did i put a lot of lights on that little sucker. so now there are shining lights along our countertop and a little joyous tree of holiday cheer. it’s so cute. i felt like my dad, stringing lights around this thing, except that it was really tiny instead of seven feet tall. still, you have to do something for the holiday season, i think, otherwise it goes by without any notice, and it means you’re a cold-hearted bastard. me, i see myself more as a beacon of light and goodness.