Day One: the First Day (again)

Seven. That is the number of times I've woken up an thought, "This is the first day of the new college year." Five years of undergrad, and now my second in grad. It was an exciting and fun day, getting to see and talk to old faces again.

But this time around, I feel worn out. I've got a great gig at Finders' Records, writing columns for ye olde BG News, and an interesting assistantship. My thesis seems to be coming together, and I'm (theoretically) going to Portland to interview peeps for it.

But all I really want are two days in a row, where I don't work, go to class, have meetings, read/do homework, or even leave the apartment.

Maybe that just means I'm running low on caffeine. That must be it.