Done!

I went ahead and proofread the paper. It's in the prof's box. It's out of my hands. The semester is over. I've consumed some vodka tonight. Tomorrow, I'm hittin' the Meow Mix with some friends; Saturday I'm going to a friend's house for dinner. And on Monday, I'm off to L.A. The trip I took with Kim this morning was a bit more than I was expecting but the experience was nevertheless a worthy one. In all, it was three hours and 10 minutes long. This included the two-block walk to the train; figuring out how to get through the vertical turnstile with her suitcase before it locked; getting Kim through the security gate; waiting for the train; getting on the shuttle; etc. I made a connection with this Geoffrey Rush lookalike. I hadn't slept so I was a little groggy and on the way back, I experienced New York rush hour for the first time. These people will sit on a train for a long time to get to work only to do it all over again at the end of the day. I dont' know if I'd be able to handle that. Maybe I'll just stay in school for the rest of my life...if only I could write a paper. So I'm not totally unhappy with my paper. It's just that I had such high hopes for it and I think that, in combination with the fact that I didn't give myself a whole lot of time in which to do it, maybe hurt me. I thought a lot about it. And we all know I live the situation every day. My two other roommates don't like each other. Although, I think with Kim gone, Niketa might chill a little. Who knows.