On the inside she wrote "A little something to get you through your last two weeks at Smith!" Enclosed was a jar of (undercooked per my preference) chocolate chip cookies. They arrived yesterday and are definitely mostly gone already.
I decided "fuck this" and hauled myself out of bed to take the 9am exam this morning because really, how much "studying" was i gonna do before 2pm? and this way i have a free afternoon. My long essay was crap as it was nearly devoid of specifics, but i think i did well on everything else. Last undergraduate exam ever, done. I can now be fannish without guilt.
Because the fic i read tends to range from poignant to rip-your-heart-out-and-step-on-it, with dollops of just plain dark, i thought i would point out that the majority of juleskicks's fic is upbeat. Also: Emma, have you read mpoetess' Small Fries?
So, um, i am working at SCMA all day Friday [tomorrow], but otherwise am available just about whenever. Therefore, those of you who will be around should make plans to hang out with me.
I heart craigslist. (thanks hedy)