How are you? Good? Yeah, me too, I guess. At this point (this two weeks till finals, three weeks till wedding point to be exact) I thought I’d be a bit more stressed out. Actually everything’s falling into place. My grades are good, respectable Bs! I’m all le sigh, though because a few friends won’t be able to make it.
I know, sad panda, but I understand. That’s what happens when you move a couple thousand miles away. They’ll all be there in spirit, and that’s all I ask for.
Meanwhile, I tell Honeybee about the most recent drop outs and he says, “I’ll be there.”
This guy. He’s gonna get it. Right to the moon.