...& the Living's Easy

As of last night at 7:45PM, I am done with school until August (well, that's not entirely true; I have to write my thesis this summer, but allow me my denial for a few more days). I got home from my last final around 8PM, cracked out on adrenaline and wanting to celebrate. The thing is, though, I have to wake up at 5 o'clock for work, so partying it up with any homies wasn't really an option. I thought I'd have a couple drinks congratulating myself on taking FIVE FINALS in SIX DAYS, but then decided drinking alone on a Tuesday was sort of one step away from a twelve-step program and nixed that idea. So, I made brownies. But my brownie pan was already full of these disgustingly hard brownies that I had made last week that sort of didn't turn out. Long story short, after digging soggy brownie chunks out of the sink and chucking them into the trash can, I spent my last-day-of-second-to-last-semester-of-university eating two brownies in front of two episodes of Friends with my cats. College kids always throw the best parties.