Overwhelmingly Loved

I've been working on some novel planning lately. In a notebook. You remember what that's like, don't you? Putting pen to paper? It is such an amazing feeling. More of a sense of creation going on there than when typing. Of course, typing can actually keep up with my scattered, mile a minute brain, so I suppose there's pros and cons to even that.

And college, essentially, started today. Sure, my first assignment isn't due til tomorrow, but I finished it early and submitted it anyway. I'm an overachiever like that sometimes. It's one of those introductory sort of classes. A "get to know you" and "let's teach you how to study and how to write; again" course. Part of me wishes I could have submitted my blog or perhaps some other writing samples by way of testing out. I do know it's necessary, but an inconvenience none the less.

I'm very excited about Psychology, which is next after this. It's also coinciding with a trip to South Dakota, so that should be interesting.

Anyway, I'm posting this because I said I'd blog every day, adn I almost forgot. The talons of exhaustion are creeping into my brain and pushing my eyelids closed. I'm losing the fight and must go wallow in my loss.

Until morning...