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My task is, at last, complete. All I need to do is drop these off in an hour, and my pre-break responsibilities are at an end. Then I can let sleep pounce on me. If I'm not conscious when I'm supposed to be today, I apologize in advance.
In the meantime, I miss you. I hope you're well. I hope that your spring break is as eventful or relaxing as you want it to be. And if not, let me know -- so I can sign you up to come to Ghost Ranch with me next year.
Yes, I'm still banking on being able to go to Ghost Ranch next year. I'm doing so because I've suddenly become much less pessimistic about my career prospects. Sometimes I just need a clear voice of reason in my mind, instead of succumbing to the persistant pessimism of my parents. Strange how I still do that. Actually, I suppose it's more strange that I'm doing that now, when my parents' input seemed so irrelevant before (when it was, ironically, more welcome). I guess that comes with the territory.
I saw and spoke to a lot of people yesterday, and I love them all. It's a nifty feeling. I feel largely devoid of intimate social contact (by my own doing), but I'm surrounded by fantastic people. There's a fair share of bastards around, of course... but they all seemed absent yesterday. I'd like to think that this is a good sign. Of course, it may just be a symptom of my current lack of slumber.
I'm very much looking forward to spring break. I remember when that was not always the case. Ghost Ranch will be a welcome sight, and all of my companions will each be seeing it for the first time. There's a very interesting crowd joining me this year, and I can't wait to see how it all comes together. I'm happy that my coat has survived long enough to make the return. I am unhappy, however, that my beard has also survived. A trim may be in the near future... but hopefully after sleep.
So many forces are pulling on me right now. I want so badly to surrender to unconsciousness, but I have another half-hour to go. Next stop, loud music.
Cheers.
In the meantime, I miss you. I hope you're well. I hope that your spring break is as eventful or relaxing as you want it to be. And if not, let me know -- so I can sign you up to come to Ghost Ranch with me next year.
Yes, I'm still banking on being able to go to Ghost Ranch next year. I'm doing so because I've suddenly become much less pessimistic about my career prospects. Sometimes I just need a clear voice of reason in my mind, instead of succumbing to the persistant pessimism of my parents. Strange how I still do that. Actually, I suppose it's more strange that I'm doing that now, when my parents' input seemed so irrelevant before (when it was, ironically, more welcome). I guess that comes with the territory.
I saw and spoke to a lot of people yesterday, and I love them all. It's a nifty feeling. I feel largely devoid of intimate social contact (by my own doing), but I'm surrounded by fantastic people. There's a fair share of bastards around, of course... but they all seemed absent yesterday. I'd like to think that this is a good sign. Of course, it may just be a symptom of my current lack of slumber.
I'm very much looking forward to spring break. I remember when that was not always the case. Ghost Ranch will be a welcome sight, and all of my companions will each be seeing it for the first time. There's a very interesting crowd joining me this year, and I can't wait to see how it all comes together. I'm happy that my coat has survived long enough to make the return. I am unhappy, however, that my beard has also survived. A trim may be in the near future... but hopefully after sleep.
So many forces are pulling on me right now. I want so badly to surrender to unconsciousness, but I have another half-hour to go. Next stop, loud music.
Cheers.