Week in Hindsight

I feel like this week was so busy, even though I come home every day and discuss with my roommates how odd it is not to have any responsibilities after work (except Laura---the only one still in class. Sorry!). A lot of good things happened this week, nothing too spectacular, and I've been thinking about a lot of things too. What does one think about while in between college degrees?

I've been missing these places . . . 

I've been humming these songs . . .

I've been wanting these pajamas and purchased these shoes.

I've been thinking about this Gilmore Girls scene . . .

As well as the scene where Rory quotes Herman Melville's Moby Dick . . . 

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off--then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can. 

 I've been looking through my ballot so I can vote.

I've been missing these girls and looking forward to hanging out with them tomorrow . . . 

I've been thinking about them, too.