Once in a while, my brain word vomits onto the page, and I feel so much better for it. It wasn't really writers block, but I hadn't written like that in a while either. Sort of like it got all the bad stuff out of the way, and maybe now I can get back to normal. Or more normal. Or at least crank out more than three posts a week, because Katherine, that is just pathetic.

I have a plan in place. It feels kind of weird. A lot of months from now, I'll be in Montreal. Going to class. Like people do when they're my age, except they'll all have graduated and I'll be in my first year.

Better late than never, I guess. I still can't really believe that I got in.