Another day has come and yet to go.

I'm feeling the urge to write of late, but nary a clue as what to write on. There's not really a whole lot to write about really. School has only a week and a half left, with finals being next week. My research paper still looms with not much for me to think about writing on. I did get my probability test back, and I did much better than I expected to with an 89%. I would definitely like a 90, but I'm thrilled to just pass on this last test.

I'm beginning to get the urge to spew forth poetry again, which I find odd. I'm not sure whether to be worried about that or not. Maybe a little amused. I tend to have creative cycles and perhaps my poetic phase is beginning to return. Maybe this means my artistic phase is dwindling. Bah.