I have returned. No, that's far too mundane a word... I have been reborn. No, too symbolic. Resurrected? Too Biblical. Rejuvenated? Sounds like I just took a nap.
Alright, got it.
I have achieved most miraculous triumphs, emerged from the swirling darknesses that had enveloped me, and received a nifty parting gift to boot, not unlike one of those keyrings that splits apart into two keyrings, of which I am quite a big fan, although, I admit, I never really understood what exactly their utility was.
Anyways, as you hopefully have been able to surmise from the rigmarole above, finals are over. I'm done, I'm free, and I'm getting the Hell out of Dodge (for the sake of the metaphor, go ahead and assume that Dodge City and Boston have a lot more in common than is actually the case). In a few short hours, I will be catching my flight back to Texas, where I will happily do nothing even remotely academic for 36 hours before flying thence to Chicago, where I won't even have the opportunity to do anything remotely academic, since, if past Christmases in Chicago are any indication, I'm going to be in a food coma pretty much for the duration. Make no mistake, I'm a big fan of food comas, but I feel like our family works on the Peek-a-Boo principle of eating, where if they haven't seen you eat, it's simply not possible that you HAVE eaten. Given that they see me for about two weeks out of every 52, then, I suppose it's a good thing I'm not actually supposed to polish off 26 plates' worth of food at every meal. That might cause the slightest bit of indigestion. Regardless, I'll be there for four days, then make my way back to Texas through New Year's, and by the evening of January 2nd I'll hopefully find myself back in this most comfortable of chairs. I'll feel lucky if the folks at Bush Intercontinental don't think I'm casing out the airport for some sort of ingenious heist, they'll be seeing so much of me in the next week and a half.
But hey, that doesn't really bother me right now. Hell, short of Nintendo informing me that safety concerns have caused them to cease all Wii production immediately, my chair morphing into a slightly peckish wolverine, or Brian Urlacher announcing that he's leaving the Bears to become a Scientology missionary in Kenya, nothing within the realm of reasonable possibility could get me down right now, because FINALS ARE OVER, BY GOD! THEY'RE OVER!
La Victoire.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
The keychains are like that for valet. You can put your car key on one side, and then your house, etc. on the other. That way they aren't breaking into your house with the copy of your key they've made.
See you soon, kratty krat kratterson!
it annoys me how when only 1 person comments, it lists "1 Comments"
Post a Comment