*Action* Throw Beret *Freeze and Cut*

Just watched CSI: Las Vegas

The bad guy was an aerospace engineer. You know, the one that buries Nick alive in a glass coffin, surrounded by red ants. Oh, not to mention he blows himself up in front of Grisholm. I'll infer that they went out of their way to say that he was an aero-engineer as a nod to his intelligence. So I'll take it as a compliment!

Tonight is the eve of my departure. At two o'clock tomorrow afternoon, my ship sets sail from Duluth back down to the Twin Cities to begin my full-time job at the lab. I know this is the right thing to do, and definitely the right career and academic move, but I can't help but feel anxious.

I'm recently only 20 years old, and I'm about to move into a sublet with a friend of mine, a roommate. A real roommate. From now on, nobody can take care of me but myself. Not my parents, not the maid that cleaned the dorm's bathrooms, not the cooks at the University Dining Service (UDS [uuuhds])--me and only me.

But enough Mary Tyler Moore business.

Here's to adventure!

T-minus 16 hours and counting...