One for the road.

It's been six days and my stomach still hurts like hell. I hope everything went okay. I'll find out in a week. I was right about taking someone else's medicine.. puking my brains out for a day straight was no fun.

James finds out if he got this job in Hong Kong on Friday. I am going to start stretching now so I can more easily fit in a suitcase. Flights aren't too outrageous and I definitely want to go visit in summer. I need some sort of change of pace! At least planning all of these mini-vacations to Cleveland/Columbus, Vegas, Hong Kong and camping in the Adirondacks will give me something to look forward to at the end of the semester. Hopefully I can make it to Boston, too.

I'm slightly bummed that I'm not even excited at the prospect of dating new people, new personalities, new hearts. I suppose you'd call this "me time".

Hmph.

I'm slowly, but surely realizing that I can't expect much from a lot of people. Everyone has their own priorities and I've never tried to be anyone's best friend, but I know I was the best friend to them at certain points when no one was. Just a non-vicious, generalization.. nothing specific or malicious.