So exhausted. I don't know why I say that because my roommate has it much worse than I do (she's a pre-med, the crazy girl) and here I am going to bed at 11. But that's late for me. This paper, it's just evil. I shouldn't have procrastinated, I should have started on it earlier, then I wouldn't have the pressure of writing it now. But--I don't think like that. No, instead I procrastinate. Everyone say it at once--"Yay for procrastination!" When I grow up and have kids, we're going on a family trip to take the Camino de Santiago. I decided that today. I want to go to Santiago de Compostela, but I also want to make the pilgrimage. I can't do that next year in Rome because there won't be time to do that and go everywhere else I want to go (you know, like every single European country). But I'll go when I grow up, and I'll take my children. Hopefully they'll be interested in traveling so they won't be miserable throughout the trip. Hopefully they'll turn out a little more like me in this aspect than like my husband who thinks going to Europe is a waste of time and money. Idiot. Sometimes my love can be very closed minded. I'll have to find a way to change that somehow between now and then. Because then is a long while away.