Feeling a little better than last week, so I can’t (and won’t) complain (much).

Was actually fairly productive this weekend even though some of it was wonderfully lazy. Friday was definitely an off day but the evening brightened up, which set the stage for the rest of the weekend to follow suit. Saturday was my lazy day. B and I didn’t get out of bed/get moving until around four-ish. We picked up my laundry and went grocery shopping, then came home to make dinner. The evening was spent camped out on the couches that were pulled together like the foundation for a makeshift fort. Watched The Air I Breathe and The Number 23. Both movies are great… but neither are heralded so.  I think the problem facing ‘23 was that the film was marketed as a horror movie, when really it was more of a film noir-ish, detective story. The Air I Breathe wasn’t mass-marketed, thought it definitely should have been… if not for the sole reason that it would have been a decent revival of Brendan Fraser’s career. Snicker, go ahead.

Slept in late Sunday, B went home, I took care of some paperwork and the like… For some reason I got into this crazy domestic mood and cooked five separate meals and cleaned my apartment. I now have a clean house and tons of choices for dinner for the week. Yay.

All this is wonderful, however, it doesn’t make me super happy to go into work…

It’s cold and rainy outside, but I’m enjoying the grey light that comes with it. The silence is calming and necessary before another hectic night of endless phone calls, problems, and incompetence.

There are only five weeks left of the semester… then summer vacation. I thought I might get stir-crazy if I didn’t have something to do in the mornings during the break. I can’t afford to take summer courses at the moment so I’ve been looking for other alternatives. I actually ended up requesting more information (and plan to sign up) for Barack Obama’s Fellowship program for the summer. It starts in June, which is still a good chunk of vacation time, and requires about thirty hours a week. I’m not sure what the selection process will be but I hope it works out. I figure it will look good on a resume and/or application for grad school when the time comes.

Anyway, it’s getting late and I need to change for work… but I wanted to let myself (because I’m probably the only fool who reads my writing) know that I’m feeling better-ish. I wanted to write that part down, just in case I got confused.

It happens.