Bacc tomorrow. 10am. In the TA.

I'm going to kick the proverbial ass, and divert all energy into my intellectual shields to deflect the incoming questions from The Committee.

I'm going to deviate from the recent norm and not mention Chicago. (Oh wait... derp.) Besides, I'm less sure of what's going on now than I was twenty four hours ago.

Slavko and I went apartment hunting today. We have three great options, but we still have to work out what's going on this summer. But whatever. Next year, I'm staying here in town, sleet or snow, rain or shine, death and taxes.

I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down

~Halcyondream~

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