So remember that paper?

That's history. Now I've just got a chapter and a half of psych left to memorize; Rabbit Run to finish (and write about, in comparison to Roth); a French exam to review for (easy peasy lemon squeezy); and... oh crap. What was that? Oh, I think that's it. Hopefully. I have it written down somewhere.

(NB: Forgive any typos; I'm working on the World's Worst Laptop while I'm at home).

Estas son las mañanitas

That's right! It's my birthday! Well, yesterday was, anyway. 21! I can now legally purchase the alcohol I can't drink because of my medication! It's still exciting, anyway. ^_^

Wednesday night I celebrated with Dan and Ambka, my best friends at college and ghetto godparents; we had pizza and watched A Christmas Story and generally had a wonderful time. They're pretty amazing people. Then in the morning we left on the 8:40 shuttle (the 9:00 ferry to Manhattan) and got a birthday breakfast at Penn Station. I really can't express how grateful I am for how wonderful they've been to me, especially as I'm recovering. They waited with me until my train came and texted me on the trip down to make sure I was all right. I don't need coddling--I just need encouragement and support, and they have done so much for me. Even though I'm still recovering, progress is progress, and I'm well on my way.

When I got to Union Station in DC, my dad and sister were waiting for me; the trip home involved all sorts of hijinks (including defrauding the Metro of $2 when the lines for exit fare were too long and my card was meant for regular travel, not rush hour).

Upon arriving at home there was a joyous reunion with my cats and then, when she got off work, my mom; then there was Greek for dinner (spanakopita and hummus!) and a carrot cake for dessert. All in all, it was a pretty wonderful birthday--one I'll recount more fully (and eloquently) when I'm back at school and have a better laptop, because this one is frustrating the hell out of me.

A tout a l'heure!