Let's pretend we're in Antarctica

It. Is. Too. Bloody. HOT.
It is rare that one longs for Idaho, but at least it isn't a million frickin' degrees in Moscow.

So I'ma graduate on Saturday Sunday. SUNDAY. Jesus H. Christ, people. It hasn't sunk in yet, and I don't think it will until fall. Since I'm going to school, I don't have any of that sense of freedom, for good or ill, that others seem to. I'm pretty sure I'll be thinking "Going back to good ol' Whitman" until I'm actually in Ithaca. And then it will be SCARY.