spring: broken
Well, yesterday marked the beginning of my spring break. By 'yesterday,' I mean 'Saturday,' as I find myself now writing at about 1:30 in the morning. This after an evening spent under the heavy influence of both beer and good company. Not in that particular order, of course.
For you, dear reader, this means that I'm going to be free this week to spend some quality time catching up with you on all the stuff that I haven't be able to write about since the Spring Semester began. Things like personal finance and personal freedom.
I'm rather looking forward to tomorrow, when I'll have enough time to myself to start crafting some fiction-ey non-fiction for you. I'm not saying you should check back tomorrow, but, then, some of you are gluttons for punishment - so maybe I'll see you then?