Things are, as Dickinson would put it, "adequate." I have no major complaints.
Christopher's birthday, the "anniversary" of both the beginning and inevitable end the four-year-long relationship with Mitchell in highschool, my first Valentine's day alone in almost a decade, the first academically successful February in years.
Hanging in there, I suppose. Should be able to graduate within a year. I must admit that the uncertainty of life after college makes me want to prolong it for another term or two. I wouldn't mind a minor in biology as well.
Applied for a few jobs two weeks ago, don't seem to have any bites.
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