Fin

I never noticed how great my apartment was until now, when it's all disheveled. Madness!

 

Today was my last day of grad school! Plus, I turned in a paper that implied that Caravaggio diluted his vermillion pigment with urine. Which proves that when you're a bad patron at a restaurant, a waiter spits in your food, but when you're a bad patron in Seicento Italy...

I'm off to cheer on Michael (and carry a bunch of his stuff) in Spokane. And guess what? We don't have to say goodbye. No car crying. No call me when you get there. Yes!