So the dog is off to her kennel retreat for the next week, I am sitting in the office drinking a margarita and trying to get my schedule for the next week straightened out, slowly becoming aware that tomorrow I am heading back to Toronto for my 3rd year of university, my 1st as an exec producer, and the fact that I no longer live at my parent's house.

It is a weird feeling, coming to grips with the fact that I will very likely not be in AR next summer. I will have to find an apartment, a job, and a whole new life. It will be a very long time until I will be able to afford a house, a pool, groceries, summer vacations, a more than 1 bedroom place. This is scary, realizing that yes, you do have to support yourself, live by yourself, be responsible for yourself. I am not quite at the point where I can't run back to mom and dad for help and support, but that point seems to very quickly approaching, i think. And i wonder how I will handle it.

but for now, i will enjoy my margarita, the madness that is frosh week, and my attempt to assert myself as Vic's top dog in the drama department....