*sigh* Summer Prep time.

It's officially That Time of Year. By mid-April my delicious meat and cheese meltdowns must give way to fruits, veggies, and rice. Occasional pasta and ice cream, and a Gaslight burger every now and again. Sushi as desired, of course. But it's definitely beginning to be summertime, and that means food must change, otherwise my system will go into full shock when I get home and there's no food. Especially because although May and June will be spent bouncing around as many states as I can manage, July will be spent at home, working at gifted camp. No food time. (My mother, bless her, cannot stand buying groceries, and I'm rather sick of the mile walk with a gallon of detergent, a gallon of milk, and 30 pounds of food on my back, once a week.) And August. . . *wicked grin*. August is county fairs and camping and kayaking and generally enjoying being a wild heathen and trying to make money drumming, and getting sunburned and playing hard so that I've stored up enough summer to get me through until the next one.

Get through the finals, and then restore myself in the best way I know how.