Six Skittles left, you guys.  I am ass-bone tired. Weirdly, though, I have hit some sort of get ‘er done stride this week, like I’m post-flower (**UPDATE** my sister says it should be post-STAR, the flower is for fire-power DUH) flashy Super Mario and can do everything twice as fast as usual.  What blows my mind even more than that is that I’m also experiencing emotions I haven’t really had much of in a long time.  Emotions like patience and, I don’t know, happiness and shit.  The only thing I can figure is that I must have overloaded the Gah So Stressed portion of my brain and now when I process things they default to the Every Little Thing’s Gonna Be All Right portion instead. Fine by me brain! Make Default Setting, Save Changes!

The night L is finished with his last exam we are going straight to the tree-getting place and slapping that sap-filled sucker straight on the roof of our car.  And then we are going to mad deck some halls.  And then sometime after that I am going to get in the car in broad daylight and drive somewhere that is not my house and stay gone for a long time, maybe even through lunch and naptime. And dinner. And bathtime. Also bedtime.  It will be glorious.

And so with sleeves rolled up and a brisk clap I say to you, pink, orange, pink, green, orange and green: LET’S DO THIS THING.