Clears throat

Life continues to be good. I've recovered from a certain amount of panic at the onset of classes and the reduction of time for friends which I had assumed would be limitless. I'm very happy with my room mate and suite mates. My junk is still all over the place and the van seat is not able to perform its primary function since it is being employed as an oversized shelf. My bed is scary high, and I've discovered that the book shelves are not the most secure things to step on in getting down. However, despite it's inordinate height the bed is very stable thanks to my dad's improvising with boards. Alas, the mattress is not, thanks to my "creative" means of box storage. I finally got Quincy downloaded and installed for CS1. Now I just need to figure out what the teacher is talking about with shared folders. All classes are manageable. At least, that is what I keep telling myself, and the morbid part that is inclined to contemplate its own demise insists on adding, "so far." Greek is the highlight, the joy, the sunshine, the bribe I am using to convince myself to do all my other homework. Just get your Journal in Pentateuch done, and then you can do Greek! *grins* as long as this keeps working, I'll be fine.