Can't stop this feeling

Waking up on Thursday morning was so strange. First, because it wasn't to my phone's obnoxious death alarm. Man, I wish I could somehow post what my alarm sounds like on here. For now, just imagine the jingle the Grim Reaper would play when he came for you - a deceptively happy flurry of evil death bells all chiming in seizure-inducing pandemonium. Ya, that's what I wake up to every morning.

Grim Reaper or janitorial Nazgul? Who knows...

But I digress. Thursday morning was special because for the first time I could remember, my first thought of "Oh God, today's the day I have to ___" was followed by...nothing. Sweet, blissful, nothing, nada, zilch. My exams were over with (for better or for worse). The competitive Mock Trial season had ended. I had a few job interviews lined up in the coming week. The world was at peace, just like Thundercat, who was curled at my feet, her little gray ear twitching as she probably dreamt about whose bed to pee on next.

I'm gonna piss on you...drip drip drip

You'd think I would've just closed my eyes and gone back to sleep at this point, but my body was still in winter quarter mode. So I got up and made three pounds' worth of hash browns and stuffed my face as I tried to ease my mind with the help of an episode of Keeping up with the Kartrashians. But even after all that, I was still nervous and jittery! I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was forgetting something big and important that was going to creep up behind me and kick my ass.

Not even Khloe can assuage my fears!

It's been 36 hours, and I'm still not fully relaxed. I can't really accept the fact that this quarter is over and that I'm home, in bed with another cat (...), thousands of miles away from Chicago. I don't know what's wrong with meeee I think I have postquartertum depression or something.