This is it. One more semester and I'll be walking off with a pretty graduate's degree. Never thought I'd see the day. Might get it framed and send it off to my dad, just because I know it'll piss him off.
Still, four months seems unbearable. Can't stand these people a moment longer than I must. Starting to wonder if my professors are passing me because they're sick of me, too. Wouldn't that be hilarious.
Also, I feel now is the time to share this. After months of those ludicrous dreams and sleepless nights and haunting melodies, I penned down what I proudly call The Cloud Atlas Sextet. To be fair, I got it from my dreams, and Luisa's gotten a proper record of it. So why not.