It is so great to be done with classes. I was so spazzed out this past week with trying to get all my projects and papers done that it didn’t even really sink in that once that final craze was over, it would mean that classes were OVER for two weeks. After the last critique, I knew I should just go home and crash but I had such a bizarre adrenaline-junky-freak thing going on that I really couldn’t fathom just doing nothing.

But anyway, I have two As that I know of, and one A/B that could go either way depending on the final paper. This is, of course, for the Crazed British Avenger’s class. I hope to god I did not make any more errors of nationality that would once again merit his red-pen-wrath.

I have decided that my main goals during my visit home shall be:

1. see Mom and stepdad
2. see friends
3. see Hirshhorn Museum and National Gallery
4. eat Cosi signature salad (possibly daily?), as they do not have Cosis here
5. eat Indian food from takeout shop near former apartment (possibly nightly?), as they do not have proper Indian food here (actually they do, but it is at a very fancy place that I should not enter, as cash flow is at red alert levels)
6. watch dramatically frightening amounts of cable tv, esp. Law & Order and South Park
7. read everyone’s blog on my blogroll

And if I feel like it:

8. figure out how to update my sidebar, as nod to Jake
9. take daily walks around nearby lake, so as not to resemble pregnant woman upon return to Sav

Am off to a fairly bad start on that last one, as this morning Manfriend and I went grocery shopping and then fixed a Breakfast Extravaganza! which included blueberry pancakes (with buckwheat flour so not too carby I think), scrambled eggs, and bacon (but low sodium so is okay). And then we passed out on the sofa, which last time I checked was not high on the calorie burning scale.

However now I will go home and clean up my nasty finals-week-neglected apartment a little, so that it’s not so depressing to return to after my trip. I think cleaning burns calories. That’s how all those 1950s housewives stayed so trim in their little poodle skirts, right?

Oh there is one other funny thing! Manfriend bought an Answer Me Jesus toy for his apartment. Have you seen these? They are Magic 8 balls in the form of a pink Jesus. Behold:

And the answer pops up on the bottom:

When he wasn’t in the room, I asked it whether we would get married (we being me and Manfriend, not me and Jesus), and it said “Yes My Child.” You can try it here, under Try a Demo. Glory be!