Maine Plan

Do you see a pattern here, ciabattas?  Last night, with a paper still to edit and turn in, I looked up affordable hostels in Fiji.  This morning, rather than prep for my meeting with Advisor Who in an hour, my mind went to my 5th year reunion.  There are so many things to do in Maine.  And by Maine, I mean at the Bo': Fat Boy, Cote's, 5:15 dinners at Thorne (Gak seems confident that he can make early dinners a hipster thing- stay tuned), being cold at the beach, being cold at night, being cold, German dinner at Richard's, having more than 10 friends at one place at once... the possibilities are endless.  In a couple of hours, this stats lab will end, and in a couple of weeks, this academic school year will be, too.  My mind, however, is already long gone.