Last week was the week I realized that I’m moving in less than a month, which was a crazy revelation to have because I am completely unprepared to do so. Minor panic. But it passed and I’m back to ignoring my impending interstate trauma move.

The revelation of this week produced an entirely different set of emotions. In two weeks, dear readers, mother fucker’s gonna have a degree. (In this case, I’m the mother fucker.) Holy eternally burning shit balls. I’m not going directly to grad school, so the papers that I’m in the process of writing are the LAST I’ll do for an academic institution in the knowable future. Same deal with the finals I have next week.

And then, in a few months, all my home boys and gangsta queens will graduate too and (I think it goes without saying) we’ll have an incredibly massive party or series of parties lasting the rest of our natural lives, which, if these parties are as I imagine them, will be very short. Exciting.

I haven’t done a politicsy post in a while there’s some good stuff to talk about on that front, so maybe in a few days I’ll talk about Pakistan or Bush’s first veto override or why I hate Ron Paul with the terrible fury of a thousand ancient suns… Stay tuned.