New England

After one last really warm night (70 degrees, whaaat?) last week, Connecticut is starting to settle into the cold. It won't be above freezing tomorrow and the wind chill suggests it won't feel any more than about 14. Awesome.

I've been really bad this week. This week marks the last week of classes for the semester. I was finished with classes on Wednesday and I'll be done with finals Tuesday afternoon. I am in Hartford until the 20th. I was really, really stressed about my internship paper last weekend and through Tuesday. Instead of focusing on the words, I could only think about, you know, everything else. I would like that week back where I didn't pull. Not one hair. I want that back. This week was the opposite of that week.

Whack.

I've been trying not to wear my hat, but it's hard because it's starting to get so cold. But that hat is my safety net. It stops everyone from knowing what the top of my head looks like. And the top of my head doesn't look so pretty right now.

Last night I got really sick from the undercooked food at the school cafeteria. I slept for 14 hours. It was incredible. It's the most I've slept in months. Tomorrow I have to speak at a conference for High School students, about AP style and copy editing. I know that's what they're really going to want to listen to at 9am.
/sarcasm

I'm not sure if I'm looking forward to going home. I'll only be there for a few days before I head out again. A week in St. Croix will do me a lot of good. I'll be virtually unreachable to everyone and sitting in the sun with one of my best friends and a drink. What could be better?