Tonight my Dad showed me a fortune cookie paper that he saved from when he was eighteen. Sometimes my Dad is so cute.

My courses are done. I have to write the exam still, which frightens me a little, but I have to get it done fairly quickly upon arriving home. Obviously tomorrow isn't the day to do it after twelve hours of driving, but I'm hoping Saturday will work. Sunday at the latest.

I'm so excited about going home. I wish we were flying instead.


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