Is the semester over? Not quite, no matter how many times I close my eyes, hold my breath and immaturely wish otherwise. The looming threat of having to grade the remaining avalanche of homeworks may yet send me completely off the deep end. Today’s brief walk around Willard Woods in Lexington was helpful in postponing that imminent demise.
In other procrastination news, gratuitous flower shots.
end of the semester pity-party! i’ve got a lot of shit to write, and read. And while, it’s not grading – it’s TO BE graded, which leaves me with only one question…what should I call the bakery I’m going to open when I fail out of school?
Buttery Joe’s?