Surfacing.

The funny thing is that I'm getting used to not sleeping. I remember what seems like ages ago JR giving me AP advice and having her tell me, "sometimes, you just don't sleep." Not because you're not tired but because excess of work prevents you from doing so. I always think of that as a sense of comfort as I'm up at 3am pitter-patterning around the house.

I don't sense too many more sleepless nights (that is, of course, unless I receive phone calls at 3am, *ah hem*). 3 classes down, 2 to go and then one more semester until I'm done with my undergraduate academic career. Um, scary.

Today as I was biking to school it seemed quite appropriate that the 8:30am train was departing just as I passed over the bridge. These moments seem to mimick my life, another departure, another arrival, another journey.

But in more relevant news, I rocked my political theory exam this morning. I very intelligently discussed Epicurus, Aristotle, Cicero, and Machiavelli. I devoted quite a bit of time to reading for that class but never quite made it through all the Machiavelli. I've got the idea in my head that I would like to finish reading Machiavelli over break. Schweird, I know.

So I suppose not much stands between me, semester closure, and mm Mexico.