That's Shakespeare-speak for "I'm done." I made it. Nein mas. Now I am about to embark on the logistical nightmare of moving out of Birnam before I can move into my Garden Street aparatment and in the middle of that going down to L-Town to watch Candace graduate. That's right! She's done with high school and on her way to the You 2xYou (Ewe Dub) (U/UU).  I propose a toast to Candace: here's to better health, better school, better books, and uncomfortable sleeping arrangements! (clink)

I am still looking for a job. I had an interview with the UPS on Monday.....at 5:30.......AM! Jerks. And then they said "we want you to commit a full year to waking up at 3 am for 5 days a week just to load trucks." Guess what I said? "I hope the Co-op calls me back about that grocery stocker position." (I said that in my head as I smiled and shook the hand of my UPS interviewer.)

Communication is a wonderful thing, especially in a relationship. I shall never scoff at a person with a Communication major ever again. Ok, maybe once. Or twice. And it will be a respectful scoffing. As a journalism major, I constantly strive to be the most effective communicator I can be through writing. My current goal: be a better communicator than our president. I know that's a bit steep, but I think I can do it. Especially because talking to you is so freeing. 

I want to do some more of this:

 

 A quick 'Thanks' to the L-Town guys for coming up to visit me before ya'll leave for various parts of the world. It was great to see you again.

 Ike -- I'm not afraid of Big Ideas