Finally, the semester is over, and the thousands of screaming college students have begun their collective mass exodus out of this now dying city, away from me and my love for peace and quiet, two commodities in short supply around here.
And, so begins my three week vacation, ready to catch up on the thousand natural chores that life is heir to.
Today was graduation, and in proper depressing style, I saw far too many people in cap and gown walking around campus, showing off their success at breaking their educational bondage, now able to pursue their lives and careers as freely as they had always been led to believe.
Three weeks is my granted freedom from the slavers of career and class, only to be forced into different chains of my own making. My list of projects is as follows:
1. Contract Work Projects — In an attempt to secure financial lucre. Well, okay, not being poor for a month or so.
2. Cleaning my house — I shouldn’t live like this, really.
3. Writing — Getting ahead for next semester’s columns and other tomfoolery.
4. Next version of my journal software — The stuff that makes this blog go? Yeah, needs more stuff.
5. Christmas — Oh yeah, that.
6. New Years — I’m hoping this year’s New Years doesn’t suck.
7. Personal — I’d like to have time to play a game or read a book somewhere in there.
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