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jazzfishToday, I suppose, is Sunreturn, the day when the days actually begin to lengthen. That's a day I can celebrate. (Okay, really I just missed the solstice.) The announcement that HP#6 will arrive this summer fills me with intense dread.
Finished classwork on Thursday afternoon, and today marks the end of seven straight 6+ hour days in retail. Straight from the one into the other. Leaving tomorrow to visit parents in NoVa, and possibly other people as well, but not very many since I have to be back for another round of work on the 28th lasting through at least the first of the year and probably on for longer. I imagine I'll take a day or two off somewhere in there, and then really seriously get down to work cleaning/unpacking/finishing my room. I should also get my schedule for next semester set.
Bs and Cs for grades, which makes me feel like I fought this semester to a draw. Perhaps I'll do better next time. Went postal on Monday and got everything sent out, and it might even make it to its destinations by Xmas.
Tons of thoughts colliding in my head lately about permanence, and what MilBrat syndrome has actually meant for me. The words flow, and they spill over into other words, and run to places that I'm not quite prepared to go yet.
Blue Man Group's The Complex is quite possibly the finest rock album ever recorded. And Kind of Blue beats A Love Supreme all to heck.
Finished classwork on Thursday afternoon, and today marks the end of seven straight 6+ hour days in retail. Straight from the one into the other. Leaving tomorrow to visit parents in NoVa, and possibly other people as well, but not very many since I have to be back for another round of work on the 28th lasting through at least the first of the year and probably on for longer. I imagine I'll take a day or two off somewhere in there, and then really seriously get down to work cleaning/unpacking/finishing my room. I should also get my schedule for next semester set.
Bs and Cs for grades, which makes me feel like I fought this semester to a draw. Perhaps I'll do better next time. Went postal on Monday and got everything sent out, and it might even make it to its destinations by Xmas.
Tons of thoughts colliding in my head lately about permanence, and what MilBrat syndrome has actually meant for me. The words flow, and they spill over into other words, and run to places that I'm not quite prepared to go yet.
Blue Man Group's The Complex is quite possibly the finest rock album ever recorded. And Kind of Blue beats A Love Supreme all to heck.
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Date: 2004-12-23 01:56 pm (UTC)For some reason I wasn't expecting you to be in NoVa this Xmas. Cool!