Hmmm, apparently I am depressing when I worry about life after graduation. Well, since this isn't required reading anyway, I don't apologize.

Yes, that is me being combative. It is an epidemic. I try to temper the combative with good listening skills when I talk to my professors and during critique. Other times? Maybe not so much.

In an attempt to here temper my depressive with something else, I'm reduced to talking about the weather. It has largely been AMAZING for the past few days. Yesterday, when we went to Washington, DC, it hit 60 degrees. I was going to say "no sweat," but I'm pretty sure that people who didn't check the weather before the trip did, in fact, sweat.

It was the best field trip I've ever been on, I think. Megan and I hung out for a long time, and Greg came down. So there was a small group of people that I like who all wanted to go the same places anyway and who wanted to eat lunch around the same time. And Megan and I both like making fun of art history. So. That satisfied my combative side for the day.

But next time we take a day trip to the city, if we're not on a bus with like fifty other art majors for a sponsored field trip, I think we'll use mass transit. Seriously.

A little more good news on the western front (get it? It's like almost a pun on the title "all's quiet on the western front" except not really): I have written fifteen pages! Granted, it is fifteen pages of utter crap, but it is only 5 pages away from the total word count of my final draft. Oh frabjous day, caloo, calay! Or something along those lines.

In not joyous news, I realized that I cut the wood wrong for the base of my project and the proctor doesn't really know how to use a router bit and there are a zillion other people wanting to use the table saw, which, ironically, the proctor feels more comfortable with. Hmmmm. . . .