Sometimes, if I take too long to think about the last few years, I can feel myself dying. Have you ever bought ice cream on a hot day? You rush it home to get it in the freezer, and it usually turns out alright, but if you spend the entire ride home thinking about the rapid entropy of your mint chocolate chip, then it feels like it is falling to pieces even faster. For the last few years, I’ve tried not to think about how much I’ve been falling apart. I tried not to think about how tired I was from school and work and then different school and then different work all coupled with dealing with the fact that I’m not exactly a paragon of mental health.
I’m just realizing that I’m really, really tired.
Which is why it’s just amazing what’s happening over the next two weeks: I’m leaving!
I’m going on vacation. I’m going to sleep and do nothing and see neat things, and there will not be any grading or homework or writing I don’t want to do. Just naps and gratuitous sunbeams.
I’ll try to post consistently while I’m gone, but they’ll likely be a little shorter than usual and may come later in the day because beds are always more comfortable when they’re unfamiliar.
See you around!