Life is going pretty well.

Things are actually going well. Sure things could be better, but in general, I would be okay with this for a while.

I am kept busy with a lot of work, but it keeps it interesting. I don’t hate any of my classes. Friends are good. There is the occasional mini-drama, but it generally seems to work out harmlessly. I sort of wish there was an 8th day of the week for some more time for things, but in all honesty, if something doesn’t get done, it is because I slacked a bit and I have no one to blame.

Things are good. People don’t say that enough.