As usual, life is crazy. I'll spare you the details, as I'm sure they're going to change again next week.
Bossman took me up on an airplane ride today. And I actually flew the plane. Over the countryside, over campus, over the city. (I think I'm pretty good at it.)
My grandmother scolded me for volunteering to go to Kuwait. I don't really care.
French homework... or something like it.
--Annie