Finals finals finals

So, here I am, the night before my last final, drinking champagne/mimosas. I feel like I've got this last final (appropriately enough, Imperial Russia) pretty much ready to go. I'm a little nervous about the Dmytryshyn paragraphs, but only because I don't know how obscure they'll be. I'm sure I'll be fine though.

And tomorrow I go home. Crazy I guess. I'll get home, unpack, repack, then try to hang out with some friends for the night before Sun Country Airlines whisks me away to California and my sister. That should be pretty awesome too, though I'm worried that my cousins will be expecting presents. I would be happy to oblige, but I frankly don't know what they want.

Well, here's to one more semester down at Gustavus.