I cannot wait until tomorrow at 5 PM.
Why, you ask?
Because, silly goose, that's when spring break officially starts for my university.
Technically I guess I'm already on spring break because I came back to Redding Tuesday night. But I'm working in my office, trying to help my church choir out with the music for Easter, writing a paper, and composing a piece of music. Luckily I finished the paper and turned it in on time. Now I just have to do the music thing.
At least I just have to employ 20th century composition techniques, rather than pull something out of my ass completely. The hardest part is going to be choosing my text. I'd love to use a Pablo Neruda or Octavio Paz poem, but I feel like it would be awkward to have a quartet sing something dirty. Maybe I can just find something... Pretty.
So, I'm home until, like, next Saturday.
It's kinda nice. I missed my dog. I get to hang out with my parents. I'm going to attempt to utilize their exercise equipment. You know, if I can get the massage chair and plants out from the space the treadmill is supposed to fold down into.
Seriously, if this shit has been a coat rack for the last six months why can I not have it? I don't understand.
Modesto has been unseasonably warm and dry for the last... Always. Tuesday I couldn't wear my sweatshirt outside because it was too hot. I got to Redding Tuesday night and it was raining. Yesterday it rained. It even hailed at my office.
I forgot my coat because I haven't had to wear it. I brought one pair of heavy socks. I left my Converse at home. I didn't think I'd need them. I almost packed flip-flops.
I. Am. An. Idiot.
I overpacked and still manage to be freezing.
Not only am I freezing right now, but by the time I acclimate it will be time for me to go home and then I'll roast there.
Also, I have cramps. Bad ones. I can feel my body actively trying to expel my uterine lining. And any extra blood that might have been hanging out with the intent of warming my limbs is now all smushed into my core trying to join the party raging upstairs of my cervix.
I seriously need to figure out a way to get to bed before 2 AM. Maybe being more awake will alleviate some of my bitch symptoms. Or maybe it will just make me more articulate.
At least there's snow on the mountains this time. There was none at Christmas. Maybe I'll go for a drive with my dad this weekend.