Hm. Contemplative.

'Ello, loves. Today is the day when I picked up my cap and gown. For graduation.

... I fear this is all becoming far too real for me. Time, aging, mortality, et cetera, et cetera. I've got this quarter-life crisis thing welling up within me, you see. I don't get to be a college student anymore (barring some sort of failure or, more likely, discovery that the wacky gymnastics I performed with my major has somehow left me a class or credit shy... now that I mention it, sure as I am that I'm golden, I might want to double check).

I'm not sure how I feel about all this.