Firstly:

May 11 has become irrelevant. The real challenge is getting to my would-be graduation date without regressing and irrationally freaking out. I will possibly go the Hampshire and ring the Div Free bell, and totally cry. It’s unlikely I will go to Saratoga, because anyone I care about seeing isn’t graduating, and I can see them this summer. Would-be graduation is May 21. Thus, 33 days. Yay, countdowns.

Secondly.

I only listen to music in my car. Obviously, I have certain songs that I associate with certain times of year, or specific memories. (ok, I have a LOT of those, because I have an eidetic memory, and listen to music almost solely for lyrics.) But I also associate certain songs with certain roads. Flagpole Sitta’? Colonial Road going towards Wayne on summer nights, 2000. Brilliant Disguise? Driving south on Route 9 just before exit 13, where the pieces of the old billboard always look like the lights of a cop car from far away, last March. All For Leyna? Route 116 towards Holyoke, going to that random coffee shop there, the Monday night after I decided I was transferring.

My brain needs to be submitted for some kind of study; it’s not normal to have this vivid a memory.

Also, it is Monday, and I am in a good mood. I really am the only person on the planet who doesn’t hate Mondays. Clearly, I’m also at work right now. I think I love my life.