Nine Days

Brian, if you’re reading this, I accidentally left your pipe at the Nexus. It’s unbelievable and I feel ashamed for forgetting it but I still would like it. Perhaps I can make it back down there during my awesome vacation!

Nine days. It’s been running through my head for a month now. Nine days. That’s how long I have for vacation since I get the entire Thanksgiving week off. Sadly, two of the days are virtually gone before I’ve realized it, but the remaining seven shouldn’t be bad at all.

It’s amazing what time off can do; just how the relative absence of stress can make a person feel. I’ve been really sick for the past couple of days; I am feeling the soreness and the nicks and bruises that come from returning to basketball but I’m happy just sitting up in my room this Sunday night, surfing the web and typing this and listening to my Mom grumble about the talentless artists featured on the American Music Awards, instead of correcting papers and stressing about tomorrow’s lessons (That will be next Sunday).

So, yeah, I’m feeling pretty happy right now. And I haven’t gotten even gotten to the part about being a major physical relationship-having badass. I won’t even lie, it’s major enough for me to warrant a celebration. I mean, we can all appreciate that, right??

And here are photos. I have to ask El-Train if she’s cool being broadcast to thousands 12-14 people on the web before posting her image, but you can be content with my lovely face. Damn, I need to stop visiting Happy Donut.

And, yeah…gunning for blogging consistency this week.