Pesadilla

My whole weekend feels planned. And my next two months feel a bit like that too. I woke up late today from what felt like a nightmare. I was home and only had two days left and all I wanted was to stay. But it felt so real and familiar. And the dream felt like such a tease. I woke up, rolled over to flip on the radio so I could figure out what time it was based on the programming. Then I pulled up my computer and started to see how much it would cost to escape. I dont know why I thought I would stumble across a flight that wouldnt be much more than a hundred. So then I felt defeated. I feel annoyed that I can't go home tomorrow for a visit.

Of coure tomorrow won't work anyways because I have work, as I do today. Lately I've been working weekends consistantly. I hope I start working other days soon. It's April now and there's snow on the ground (which is clearly an April Fools from God). I only have this weekend and next weekend before the art show. [Register for classes next Friday.] Which I'm terrified for. I really need to be working on that. Then the following weekend is Easter Break...but I think I'll just stay here. I don't want to ask for time off of work, so it seems easier to stay. Then the weekend after that is our last weekend before reviews and study days. This is always a strange time of year because you can take a short amount of time and see all of the things that you will have to do. Namely 3 papers, a presentation, an art final, and a sit down final. I think that's it.

WHERE DID THE SUNSHINE GO?

In other news,

I color-coded the dvds and they look pretty good. I also put a spot light above the record player (which is in the fireplace) so we can see the records and such easily at night. We now have two bins full of records, a-l is especially full. We have our large big round black sinky chair in the kitchen by the table.

My friend just texted me that he is locked out of his apartment. It looks dreadful out so he'll be here and we can 'have a pj party' for an hour before I get to campus to watch this documentary for class.

Meep.

I gotsta eat breakfast/lunch!

love.love.love.