This is just to say*...

not to worry, your plums are fine.

And I have finished my comprehensive exam, which is a huge load off my mind; it was beginning to make me feel physically ill. Another undesirable side effect began to manifest itself about a week ago, when I was so overcome by the stress of it all that I decided to trim my hair. The trimming has lasted all week, because it kept having to be evened out, and now I must immediately go to the nearest salon and have them even it out, and then I should throw my scissors in the trash (I won't, but I should).

I am scheduled to begin stressing out over my creative component this Tuesday.

*One of my favorite poems, for no particular reason that I can figure out (since I didn't particularly like the one about the chickens and the rainwater):

This Is Just to Say
by William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold