Appalachia Year

Done.

Sjanneke and I celebrated my triumph over fall quarter by going to Casa and getting appetizers AND drinks AND food AND this ridiculous dessert.

Sitting across from her at the restaurant felt like I had woken up out of a long strange dream. It was like when we used to go to Casa together when I would visit her from Columbus when we were in college. Does that mean I felt like myself again? Or that I still hadn't slept since pulling an all-nighter the night before and was sort of delirious?