Coming to an end...maybe not

Remember when you were just a kid...you know, those good old days when it started getting hot outside and you started getting excited because you knew that summer break was right around the corner? Man, I miss that.

I'm coming to the end of my second semester of grad school. I've got 9 classes under my belt, and I'm looking forward to finishing the final 2 before starting work on my thesis. Looking forward as in, as soon as these are done, I'll be able to go to the pool after work again. Man, that would be nice.

For now, this is the equivalent of finals week. One paper is due tomorrow (almost done) and another one is due in a few weeks. (I'm still not sure how that works out). And somehow I have to get a powerpoint done on 4 chapters by Saturday morning -- seriously who schedules class for 8 am on a Saturday. This is just rediculous!

Alas, I'm so tired. And stressed. My boyfriend deserves bonus points because he's been managing to put up with all of it. I feel really bad, and at the same time, I don't even know how to not be stressed. I think that's the part that bothers him the most. Just that I'm not quite as smiley or talkative as I normally am. The good thing is that once this is over, I'm done for a long long time. While I keep saying that I don't want to do work on a doctorate, I don't really see that happening anytime in the near future. I say give it some time and if the right program comes along, I'll roll into it -- but definitely not full time at all.

Oh, also, I found a cat. Itty bitty baby kitty. aka Gracie. Aka meowmix. aka kittybaby. Some weirdos were trying to keep her in their dorm room, and the cleaning lady found her. A co-worker intervened and was going to take her to the pound when I saw her on my way home and decided that she needed to come home with me.

So now I find myself bottle feeding a kitten a bunch of times a day. Who knew they needed to be burped? Because I sure didn't. It's kindof awkward burping a cat. Or feeding it from a bottle. But that's another story. At least I've got her trained to pee in a litterbox...