7:30 p.m. (class break)

So tired.

The idea that Thanksgiving was a recuperative weekend makes me laugh hollowly. Although it has been a perfectly lovely vacation so far, I can't wait until my house is my own again. Not just sleeping in my own bed, though that would be nice, but also the freedom to plod through my day without entertaining anyone. We've eaten in restaurants every day but Sunday and I'm even getting sick of that. I have 2 pimples already and I know I'm bloating like an inner tube but what the hell -- I'll be back to white rice & utility-grade pasta sauce by this time tomorrow. I'm actually pretty lucky not to be all backed up with work at this point, as I've done nothing for days but entertain and be entertained. My work is just lying where it was last week, completely untouched. Everytime I look at the pile, I think about the hours of catch-up I have ahead. Work is no better; I only put in 4 hours last week, so I have to put in 2 ½ full days this week to make up for it.

All of these calculations, by the way, bore me just as much as they bore you, but if I write them out in full they won't dance in my head when I'm trying to sleep at night.