Mornings

I think what it boils down to, in the purest most tangible form, is earl grey tea and practicing how to speak Middle English first thing in the morning to wake yourself up. And by "it", I mean being an English Major. Nothing screams "Lit Dork!" like steaming water mixed with dried leaf flakes and learning the archaic roots of your own language.

In other news, I've discovered I can actually graduate on time and that makes me unspeakably happy (not to be paradoxical to the above professions of adoration for my degree or anything). In all likelihood it will take two years - one and a half, stretching it - before I can get back to Australia to work for a year, and then I can head to grad school after saving some moolah for ze tuition, etc. So I should probably enjoy these last two semesters of uni. Which I probably will, if I don't go crazy from my job and internship...

And now off to school for the day to learn things!