Remember the game Don't Break the Ice?  It's more fun when you're three.  Especially if you're a twin.  And your shirts say supergirl and superboy on them.

My browser tabs are filled with words like "enrollment" "class search" and don't forget, Tasha, you have seven emails to respond to about projects and exams and only the best things in life.

Don't break the ice?  Too.  Freaking.  Late.

A week and a half left!  A week and a half is nothing. 

Miss Tasha, why you have spots on you?  Because it's almost summer, dear.  And because I get spotty and dotty when that beautiful sun is shining.  Isn't it great?

They think I'm great because I put their ice blocks together for them.

Yesterday is over and yesterday had been looming over me for so, so long.  I went out and had the best slice of cheesecake after, with the best girls.  Deliriously happy.  Unfiltered words, unflitered JOY.  I almost ordered another slice to go.

Today is a hallelujah day.  Today I am thinking about walking to jazz on the green from my apartment and late, warm nights and bicycle rides.  Today I am having a love affair with summer and I can't stop sighing.