I think I’m finished.

With the confirmations for the season, I mean.

Events- hell, no. I can’t even keep track of the stuff I have going on the next few weeks. I’d tell you, but I literally cannot remember what they all are. If you’d like to get in touch with me, I’ll be in a tent on the corner of Downer and Kenwood because I’m pretty much needed for various events in and around campus from now until graduation and frankly it’s just not worth the gas to drive back to Grafton.

But confirmations- they’re finished. Which is sad. I love confirmation. I loved mine, I’ve loved every one I’ve ever been at. I think it’s the chrism. I really love the smell of chrism. Thankfully John has so much hair that he kind of still smells like it!

So it was a lovely weekend and I think I have an entire forty-eight hours before some other extraneous lecture or ugh, having to go to school.

Speaking of things which I am way too busy to deal with, I am so. effing. thankful. that I finished my thesis early so I don’t have it hanging over my head. I’m turning that sucker in tomorrow. Oh, it’s beautiful. Really really long and perfectly footnoted in Chicago style* and oh, well, I’m pretty sure tomorrow’s post is going to be all about how I had a breakdown in the hallway of Holton when I turned it in because MY BABY I CANNOT LEAVE YOU!!!

(And…does anyone wonder why I’m single? I can’t imagine they do.)

*Which it may have not had this morning. When I realized they were in the wrong format. Oops. I’M SORRY, OKAY? The Center for Jewish Studies uses a different style and you know what, I cannot be expected to keep them straight. I don’t care that I’m going to be a history grad student.

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