Monday, May 4, 2009
Utah. Utah. Utah.
I'm going to be ok. I'll be home in a week, I can handle these papers and exams right now. There's always something to look forward to that keeps me going. The prospect of going to a farm got me through one week, a summer in Utah should be more than enough to help me survive now. I'm so close to done. Less than twenty pages to go, and then I'll be a junior in college. I can do this.