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I COLLECT YOUR ISSUES

LIKE A MAGAZINE

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Sunday, March 22, 2015

Final Final

I took my final final of grad school this Thursday.  I hit the "Submit" button somewhere around 1:30PM, which was about 30 minutes ahead of schedule.  As soon as I was done, I considered the week over, even though I had work to do the next day and a negotiation meeting with Ryan from Arcweb.  But still, in my head, that week was done.  I kept flipping back and forth in my head between knowing what day it was and enjoying the feeling of the day that I wanted to make it, and at one point I even wrote a message to Jamie being surprised that she would be at a city council meeting on a Friday night.

It was not Friday.

Peace out.

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