I'm graduating tomorrow

... and super excited about it. Which is weird, because until I went to get the regalia at lunch time I was feeling a bit 'meh' about it, what with the post-holiday malaise and things. But I get to wear the CPIT scarf (which is a lot prettier and easier to wear than the Canterbury hood), and be part of the procession from the Arts Centre and the best part is I get the day off work. I was pretty lucky to get it, so I'm stoked.

So if you meet me or catch me online and notice that I'm acting like a smug bastard, that's why. It's amazing how different a set of clothes can make you feel. Maybe graduation regalia has magical threads stitched into it that bestow feelings of invincibility?

It almost makes up for all that insomnia and lecturers quitting and insane assignments of doom :)