I'm up before noon on a Saturday. Not only up, but showered, dressed and reasonably coherent. Despite the fact that I didn't go to bed until...well, I won't tell you when.

Five weeks left to do the college thing. Five weeks left to sit on the couch with Bethany and gab till late at night, go over documents at CS with a purple Sharpie marking pen, join the crowd of ACU students streaming to chapel and read strange literature like a maniac. (When I'm out of college I will still read like a maniac, for your information...but I get to choose. I can't wait.)

I'm stuck in the space between knowing this is all about to be over and being incredibly bored with the routine. I'm not sure what to do with being here. But here I am. Confused, and a little anxious, but still alive.