The rest of this weekend was good/stressful. I have yet to turn in my final paper for theory because not one, not two, but three of my friends and loved ones had personal crises. All of them are out of town and I felt futile and helpless. Luckily, my advisor is kind enough to take pity on me. We met today and she said, "Fussbudget, I know you're a hard worker and you're not just feeding me a line. If you can't finish and we need to do an incomplete, we can do that." It meant so much that she knew I wasn't faking. But enough of the emo rant.
Saturday I went to Brooklyn and got to hang out with Aruam!!!! and sju and robotpolisher and africajosh. I drank until my carriage whisked me off to Philly at midnight (that being the fauxjetta, driven by Mikey). The next day we had brunch and walked around town. I think we've picked out our plates for our wedding registry. This is very exciting.
I'm going to stop blabbering on like an idiot now. I need to finish grading for tomorrow. It's almost over. It's almost over. If I keep tellling myself that, I will make it through.