Dear Mom,

Dear Mom,

Dear Mom,

Dear Mom,

Proof of life:

Me.  I'm studying up in my cave.  If you can sort of see behind me in the window-- totally grey.  The fog has eaten the city.  Yum.  Om nom nom.

Dear Mom,

This is Criminal Procedure.  The other half.

Dear Mom,

DANG, the feeling of accomplishment!!!  This is half a subject, by the way.  And one of the smaller ones.  Urgh.

Dear Mom,

Yes.  It is true.

Dear Mom,

Thanks for coming to visit me in San Francisco and celebrating my graduation with me. 

Dear Mom,

Just wanted to say I missed you!  ♥

Dear Mom,

Miss you all already.  Come back and visit me soon.

Spring Flinging