And I've made a big ol' list of things to do. Taxes. Crafts. Baked goods. Writing. Editing. Grading. Cedric-dress-upping.
And we're going to Portland! We'll see how much I actually accomplish. I always start breaks with big plans, and then, by the end, feel bad about how little I've done. Maybe you can keep me in line, harass me a little?
Oh, and what's this...
And that's exactly what I did! Now I can stop avoiding outfits based on the fact that I don't have a pair of brown shoes.