It genuinely doesn't feel like the same day I went to my German class and had an appointment with my counselor. I was napping on and off for like four hours and it completely destroyed any sense of what time it is.
Imagine taking an anthropology class in the year of like, 2524. What would anthropologists of the future have to say about things like the internet and internet culture of our time?
It's that time of year again where they release a new schedule of classes and I overplan to all hell and back. At the very least, I think I can get myself on track to graduating in the spring of 2025, which should hopefully mean grad school is on the way.
Believe it or not, George isn't at home.
Please leave a message at the beep.
I must be out, or I'd pick up the phone.
Where could I be?
Believe it or not, I'm not home.
It's been officially confirmed that I'm three degrees of separation away from Jerry Seinfeld, but it's possible that might get knocked down to only two.
The idea of progressing through the Cuphead boss phases as the month went on was fun but it doesn't help that I picked one of my lesser favorites to be for a month. I'm okay just being myself for a while and giving myself the flexibility to change my avatar as I please.
It only took a month and a half but I finally broke my writer's block and I'm back to writing my book. I was at 57,202 words for that entire time but I'm really hoping I can cross the 60K mark tonight.
I just woke up from a surprisingly vivid dream about being back in Illinois on today, December 26, where I somehow thought it was early January and that I was going to school. What gave away that it was a dream just before I woke up?
I had no memory of flying to Charlotte like I'll be doing on my real trip home.