There have been people talking about not writing and people talking about people talking about not writing and now I am talking about people talking about people talking about not writing. Now someone just needs to reference me, and the entire world will collapse into one big self-referential black hole.
I would say something about how the past week has been rough, but most of my past weeks have been rough. Nothing terribly bad, just sort too many things happening at once for me to keep my brain entirely on-track. At least after ages of tracking applications and making phone calls and overnighting deposit checks, I am officially enrolled in my summer classes at Boulder. A month-long vacation in Colorado in the summer does not suck. I am very probably going to be the oldest person to ever live in a dorm, and it has been pointed out to me that I should use this opportunity to cultivate a new persona. I think I might have the most fun sauntering around like Ian Somerhalder in "The Rules of Attraction." I think that may require a new wardrobe. I think I am okay with that.
Speaking of new wardrobes, if any rich people feel like buying me presents, they may start with this.