Weekend!
I'm back in Valparaiso for the night. It's the midway point between Terre Haute and South Bend, where Todd and I will be road trippin' tomorrow to see Danny Boyle's Frankenstein at Notre Dame. I'm very excited to see the performance -- it will be livecast from the National Theater in London -- and to get some time to spend with Todd, who I feel I've barely seen since I moved to Terre Haute. I did the math and, if I can only get back to Valparaiso after the end of every term, I will only be able to see Todd five or six times a year. I think more of these weekend road trips are definitely in order. The trouble is, it's a three-and-a-half hour drive from Terre Haute to Valparaiso. Most of that (okay, all of that) is pastureland and cow country with very little geographical variety, which in turn makes the trip seem much, much longer. I work during the week and Todd has classes; the weekends are the only time when I have any sort of free time, but Todd is usually scheduled to work at the theater on Friday and Saturday nights. We have yet to find a workable compromise for time spent together. If we had a TARDIS, this would be much easier. (Actually, if we had a TARDIS, a lot of things would be much easier.)
As much as I am looking forward to seeing Benedict Cumberbatch get his Mary Shelley on, I'm equally as excited to retrieve some of my books from the Valparaiso apartment. I brought a huge storage container -- it has to be twenty or thirty gallons, easy -- and I have filled it to the brim with books. The book shelf at my apartment in Terre Haute has been hurting for company. I have more to move -- both here and at my parents' house -- but this will keep me happy until I can afford to rent a moving truck to haul the rest.
I was going to do laundry while Todd was at work today but he took the key to the laundry room with him. I guess that's the universe's way of telling me I should just chill out tonight.
As much as I am looking forward to seeing Benedict Cumberbatch get his Mary Shelley on, I'm equally as excited to retrieve some of my books from the Valparaiso apartment. I brought a huge storage container -- it has to be twenty or thirty gallons, easy -- and I have filled it to the brim with books. The book shelf at my apartment in Terre Haute has been hurting for company. I have more to move -- both here and at my parents' house -- but this will keep me happy until I can afford to rent a moving truck to haul the rest.
I was going to do laundry while Todd was at work today but he took the key to the laundry room with him. I guess that's the universe's way of telling me I should just chill out tonight.