My only friend, the End.

[cyrano]

I am done with finals. (Don't ask me how I did, as I honestly don't know.)
I am done with batteries dying.
I am done with snowstorms.
I am done with power outages.
I am done with ponds and falling in them.
I am done with driving large passenger vehicles.

For the next forty-eight hours, the demands I expect to have to meet are:
Finish preparing for Michigaxmas.
Pack for California (and prepare, minimally, for Califoxmas).
Enjoy the people I am with.
Silver Lining the living fuck out of everything.


We're still flying.

That's not much.

It's enough.