All right kids, we're down to T-3 hours and 45 minutes until I am out of here for the weekend. Yes, that's right, in exactly 3 hours and 45 minutes I'll be making my way back to the hallowed halls of my alma mater for the next two days. Sure, I probably won't step into the hallowed halls at all but hey, at least I'll be on campus, right? I'm so excited to get back there and see old friends, go to old hang outs and just enjoy myself this weekend. No thinking about all of the things that have been keeping me up for the past couple of nights. Nope. This weekend I'm just going to concentrate on good friends and good beer. Not necessarily in that order.

The room mate leaves for his vacation Sunday morning. You know what that means right? Seven whole days of having the house all to myself! No room mate, no dog (he's going to puppy camp for the week). Just me. I can leave dishes in the sink if I want. Order pizza for dinner and not care if anyone else is there to eat the rest. Hell, I might just even walk from my room to the bathroom sans robe! Ah the freedom!

If you don't hear from me for a few days it's because I'm in abject bliss about my weekend or I have run off with some hot young college guy and we've shacked up in a love cabin somewhere in Franklin County.