Fall semester is officially over. Somehow I lived. Home for the holidays and some desperately needed R&R for a week or so before I return to NYC for work and homework. I have much to do. Caesar needs to be tackled soon, I have acting assignments and music to learn, and right now I'm battling the sudden, random onset of some sickness. I think I'm having a bad reaction to our Christmas tree. Or I'm catching whatever my mom and brother had.
School is out. One more semester. Brutus is coming. Ain't no rest for the wicked. I'm in love. Christmas in a few days. Quality family time. Quality homefriends time. Lots of work to be done.
Did I mention I'm in love? For the first time. And it terrifies me. But I'm happy. Which is a weird, weird feeling. :)