Big, Fat Sigh

This evening I turned in the final draft of my script for screenwriting. It's indescribable how relieved I feel to have that done. The closest I can come is to tell you a clown car filled with dancing hippos dressed in chain male just rolled up the windows on their VW bus and drove off my shoulders.

The first thing I did after printing my final: eat a kit-kat bar. (As I discussed with Underblog, I usually can't go more than 6-18 hours without a hit of chocolate or sugar). Then I catched a late bus, a real late bus, across campus to turn in my paper.... only to find the classroom lights dimmed and desks arranged in a non-standard grid formation. Since there wasn't a surprise party, I guessed we were supposed to email our finals. At that point it didn't really matter: the hippos were gone and my mouth was relaxed with the fresh dew of warm chocolate.