This year.

So I'm on an enrichment year right now. And I'm doing my gosh darndest to live it up. It's odd. On one hand, I have more freedom than I've EVER had before. Like.. I've not been this relaxed since primary school. On the other hand, I KNOW I won't be this carefree until the day I'm in diapers in a retirement home, so there's a real sense of NEEDING to do things, a real sense of urgency. Like I'm a camel, and this is my last dip at the well of freedom. And I need to fill my hump (my lump, my lovely lady lumps) with as much freedomy goodness as I can, 'cause I ain't seeing anymore of the good stuff for a looooooooong while. Holy crap, I'm so poetic it makes me wanna cry sometimes.