They called the launch at the very last minute. DAMNIT! I was excited to be out there and we had a perfect vantage point. D and I are going to go back tomorrow. It’s supposed to lift off earlier, so we shouldn’t be that late to our friend’s party. I thought about not going to see the shuttle at all, because we did make plans. But I will never see this kind of thing again. It’s selfish, but I want to do it. And I figured out last night that my camera is woefully inadequate for night-time picutre taking. I guess I will have to wing it.

Last night, it was the last final. I am glad that semester is over with, although when I talked to my sister, I really did feel the gravity of the coming changes. I am okay with it, but it’s just change.

I don’t have much more to say. It’s Friday. Perhaps when the coffee kicks in….