Today has been a very long day. I could describe this week in the same manner. I haven’t been able to relax for a single moment. Even my sleep has been punctuated by frequent interruptions: the sniffles, David’s random nudges, an unsavory dream. I need to do more than just veg in front of the TV. David might be taking me to the zoo on Wednesday. That might help.
I’ve noticed a correlation: I feel progressively more stressed out if I haven’t spoken with Danny in a while. He’s my opium, but he’s busy with his own life these days. I’ve just grown so accustomed to him acting as an anchor. However, I’m happy for him if he’s happy.
Thursday evening could not come any sooner.
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Just a little more than one week before Thanksgiving dinner. I have a vague list of dishes in mind, but I certainly need to give the entire ordeal more thought. I keep putting it off because I don’t want to face the more pressing reality: this is my first Thanksgiving away from home.
I’m surprised by how much more bothered I become as the days pass. I actually miss my family and their idiosyncrasies. It’s just been so long since I’ve had to deal with them, and I miss the inherent mayhem and annoyances. This just means I need to work even harder so that I can make a hometown Christmas more of a possibility.
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My head hurts and I know I’m being inane. I don’t often feel so low, so I’ll force myself to look on the bright.
Tomorrow is the last day before Thanksgiving break officially begins for me. Although I will have work, at least academic pressures will ease for a bit and I can pick up a few extra shifts.
Friday. The Boss is OUT for the day, which means we can play our own music and fiddle with our computers to our hearts’ content. I may also be popping my Settlers of Catan cherry with Tom later that evening. I know the game, but I’ve never known anyone who played it regularly. Apparently I’m missing out on quite a phenomenon.
Saturday. Perhaps a drag show in the Mission with Carmel? This is something I’ve been meaning to do since last summer. Our old coworker from MOMA is a regular performer, and Carmel is using her as the subject for a photojournalism project. That, and I desperately need a drink outside of my own apartment.
Sunday. Rest and do as I please, which will largely consist of starting “Uncharted 2: Among Thieves” and finishing up “The Idiot” by Dostoevsky. I’m hoping this is the day the rain finally chooses to come down. There is nothing more soothing than listening to the rain fall.
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It isn’t quite 11 p.m. yet, but it’s bedtime just the same.
Jaena Rae 