Numero Uno.

Good Morning, Fargo.

I have a good feeling about today.
I am currently drinking espresso I brought home from Milano, eating cereal, and listening to country music. My hair and makeup is done, and I'm putting off changing out of my pajamas.
My first class is a history lesson with a prof I've never had before, followed by only two hours of work, and then 50 minutes of a computer lab.
Then, basta.
Oh! I also heard back from the Milanese student who is studying in Fargo; we're hoping to get together soon.
I'm stoked on today.
On the rest of the week.

On my count, there is only one day between now and Thursday.
But technically:
The rest of today I can count for half, plus half of Thursday, plus all of Wednesday, equals two.
So, two days until I'm in DC.

This post is boring, but I don't have much time.
But I do want to write about three things soonish:

1. The argument in support of country music
2. My new apartment
3. The reasons Fargo gives me heartburn.

ok, look forward to that nonsense.


Now, on with my day.