An Overly Exuberant Look At The Recent Goings On

School is over. I am sitting in Elsa's house. She is at work. I am waiting for her. It is Friday. We are going to my house. She graduated. I am proud. She has a college degree. I do not. Two more years of school are left. Then she will have two degrees and I will have one. I wish I was five. It has been a good week. We went some places. We did some activities. As always I try to maintain sanity. I am seven. Life is good. My brain stinks. No more thoughts. Not today.