Papers paper every where

but not a drop to drink. :-) Oh well, I can see the finish line for my paper (3.5 pages and counting) so it'll get done. A little stressed out, to tell you the truth. Who me? Stressed much? Gotta love the wonderful brain chemical divied amongst the Rutledge clan. It makes us all so chipper and upbeat all the time. Got to talk to Lorrie last night (not that her journal wouldn't tell you that). Good to catch up. We started doing the 'well, we should go' and then we'd start talking again. Gotta love longtime friends, they know all the stuff you did when you were thirteen and silly... and they still talk to you now that you're nineteen and silly.

Picked up my Big Books portfolio. Damn the woman, it's done! So close, packing up and getting to Greenwich to scope out my new room. Then back to Massachusetts for a blast from the high school past. Little Elizabeth is graduating! I can't believe it: I used to call her Biz and her hair grew straight up, now she's off to Princeton. Not that I'm jealous; except she'll have boys. Mmmm... boys. Reread my saved emails. Nick's still stupid.

And yes, it's official: I'm a dork. Hah