Fulcrum

Last night I had such twisted sleep that I hardly felt rested when I woke up this morning. My dentist told me last year that I obviously clench or grind my teeth at night. I woke up this morning with a splitting headache and what felt like a broken jaw, and I concluded, for the seven hundredth time, that she's right.

But none of that matters now. Exams are over. I finished. Not in glory, but finished nonetheless. And I feel ok now.

Of course, I walked out of the last exam and thought, Ok, now you can make a list of things you need to do. I always get mad at my dad for not being able to just relax sometimes. It's becoming more and more obvious that I am so my father's daughter.

My celebration of the end of finals will include:

- Getting my shots
- Dealing with banking issues
- Finishing paperwork I have set aside fot the last two weeks
- Spending quality time with The Boy on caf� terraces
- Catching up with friends before the long break
- Buying books for the flight
- Packing my bags
- TAKING A PLANE!

I can't believe at this point next week I'll be somewhere in Asia. And I don't even know what country yet. Flying by the seat of my pants. I think it will be good for my soul.