One.

I just finished my last essay. It took longer than it should have. But there was this very nice looking man outside running 400s on the track with three hurdles placed out and oh my gosh he was going so dang fast and not stopping ever. I was distracted.

I think I want a cat.

La asked me yesterday what I wanted for my birthday. I am going to send her a picture of my list tonight, but honestly, I think I really want a cat. I miss our old cat. There's something about an animal that will rub your face before bed at night. I miss that.
I would name it "Doctor." Almost certainly.

I have one French exam left, and then I am done with the term.
All "Doctor WHO" marathons, wedding planning, stargazing, begging for a kitten, and painting shall commence after Tuesday.