Back in the realm of the Torontorusks and feeling good but odd. The fam lovingly made me big steak dinner tonight, which was awesome. I am full. Very full. I miss them a lot.
I have a craft show tomorrow so I'm prepping... by throwing things into a garbage bag to lug down the street tomorrow. I hope it goes well. I'm looking forward to it at least. I'm just in this wierd realm of sick, but getting better, and in a good mood but inherently sad. I'm feeling all around wierd about a lot of things. I'm just feeling isolated. I have the overwhelming urge to reconnect with folks and no time to do it in. I have a lot of ideas, but no drive to put anything into action.
I have three papers due next thursday, so that impending doom is hovering over my head, which is too bad. Once I get passed Thursday I don't have anything due until December first. My life will be consumed with crocheting and the writing of a Bar Mitzvah speech. I have NO idea what to say! "Is everyone still feeling Jewish! Wooooo!"
I just need hugs. And stupid work is keeping my Phantom away. The next two weeks are going to be rough business. The petit mort of it all will be when I finally get to the one minute film fest, the hot tub, and then my bed. Oh what a sweet weekend that will be. So sweet yet so far away!
Maybe I should just go to India... Should I go to India?