Feeling: quiet
Listening to: Rent - "Mark are you there are you screening your calls it's Mom..."
Reading/Watching: for tonight, most likely Being Julia or Angel s.5

Did you know that if you skimp on sleep all week trying to finish make-up work, that eventually you will crash at 8 p.m. and wake up at 2 wondering what the hell happened?

It has been a surreal week. Endings, and fear of endings, and fear of failure, and sometimes success. And occasionally, a feeling of relief that something very, very heavy has finally been dropped, and a resulting surge of energy.

I think the odd surge of energy is from the fourteen hours of solid sleep I had, though. Never underestimate how good that feels (especially in the arms of someone who is not going to Korea after all, praise God).

Bri is angry that I didn't call her back and try to fix things the day after. She sent an e-mail stuffed with insults, cusswords, and various vitriolic air. Rather than affecting me, it roared in my ears and floated away, as air tends to do.

I stifled the urge to send a response that said "P.S.- Your haircut looks like shit." I am not six, I promise.

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