Interlude

This is short because it is late, and I am tired.*

No poetry, I haven't a poetic bone in my body. I leave that to dad. He writes awesome songs too, you know.

Whilst trying to figure out how to begin this post I tried the old trick of closing my eyes, opening a book, and letting my finger fall on a random word.  I landed on “me,” which was singularly unhelpful.

So here’s me at the moment. Bulleted.

• ·         Tired
• ·         Happy
• ·         Excited
• ·         Pensive
• ·         Distracted
• ·         Stubborn
• ·         Looking forward to Christmas and the New Year

Honestly, why couldn’t it have been a word like “police”?  That could’ve been fun, but no cheating. 

Happy Gigantic Winter Party everyone!

*Not as tired as some people I know. All I have is post-finals brain. I haven't stayed up 'til five in 3 months, clearly I'm doing something wrong.