How it pours.

That's that, then: I've finished my last essay for class. Which might be the last class thing I ever turn in, ever. It's a nice thought. I feel like I should be more excited, but writing an essay and sending a copy by e-mail isn't as thrilling as walking out of a testing room or delivering a monologue. But it'll do.

In the meantime, alcohol is in order.

And how is everyone else out there tonight?