it's back

With no sense of nostalgia or sentimentality, I went back to uni for the beginning of my final semester.

It's feels odd not to have something concrete or immediate to look forward to after November this year. I'm not sure whether to feel elation or trepidation. I'll see which one hits first in a "we'll cross that bridge when we get to it" type fashion.

Why oh why do close friends like Brodie have to start uni the semester that I'm finishing? The heartwarming conlusion to that angst is the fact that there will be tavern time on Mondays for Brodie, Nick and I (and other people who seem to get dragged along the way).

So yeah... four units (two of which are very inconsequential and nonsensical) left and I'm outta there!

Yippee?