Better. Amazing, that.

[kjpepper]

To do list for my life, post gradjimatation:

• Learn to drive. Take off on a long ass car trip with a Nomad full of road tunes.
  
• Learn to drive stick. Take that however you will. ;)
  
• Go to Russia. Especially Piter. ;) I mean, I could go to Moscow, and probably will, just so harinezumi can give me the grand tour, but that's so touristy. I mean... onion domes. I can see myself being very oooooooooooh. OK. Next?
  
• Get published. Of course, that means I have to write or start taking photographs for real. Of course that requires a Real Actual Camera.
  
• Set up some sort of ridiculously elaborate luxurious play space. I'm thinking lots of wrought iron, satin, velvet, jewel tones...
  
• Learn to contact juggle, belly dance, DJ, and sing. For real.
  
• grow a huge motherfucking purple coleus from a small cutting. Also an aloe plant, and some strawberries.
  
• hang out in the the extreme north in winter, reveling in endless night.
  
  
• Still waffling about the eventuality of rugrats, but we'll see how far I get in the above list before I settle down and figure it out for real.

In other news... whoa. After having a nervous breakdown in first my organ lesson, then in B4 talking to Lisa DeCarolis ("So how are you?" "WAAAAAH!") and in the Dean's office, then coming home for a much needed nap... I'm actually having a dareIsayit? productive evening. I have nearly all of tomorrow's presentation laid out, and I have most of a 2 liter of Coke at my feet due to sundart's ordering of Dominoes tonight (special deals allow three medium 1-topping pizzas for three hungry grrrlz!) and I'm... in a weirdly good mood. Getting shit done is wildly freeing. Kinda. I think I'll continue with this for a little while. The night is young, after all.

Maybe I can do this. Bizarre concept.

anyway, I'm up tonight. Keep me going with words of encouragement over IM, Trillian finally seems to be working fully. I couldn't get onto MSN messenger all week, and then it dawned on me that I'd changed my hotmail password for the first time in like YEARS last week. *facepalm* Stressed out Andee dumb. Let's smack her. Also if you know my #, feel free to call and tell me I can make it through this. I think the more people tell me this, the more I'm likely to believe it.

mmm. a little more caffeine, maybe either throw on either a background noise movie or some music to fill up the about-to-be-empty house (beatgoddess is on her way out, and sundart's already down for the night), and settle in to do more work. :)