After several false starts, I've finally sat down to write a hasty journal entry - it's 1 AM on what should be a monumental day of my life; I started it with a cigarette in the cool autumn air, and now I'm off to do some calculus. Life has been good these 21 years; it could have been worse, I must say.

Thanks to my best Stanford buddy and my best Singapore girl in Chicago for remembering; thanks to everyone else for just being my friends. I love you guys.