We’re back from our travels and as much as I want to go on and on and on about everything that’s happened over the past however many days since I was last here (the Disney wedding, for starters) I’m in finals hell and am therefore allotting myself exactly 30 minutes to write this post.
If you’re a blogger yourself, you understand how little time that is.
I knew when I agreed to do the whole Scotland – Disney excursion that I’d be facing a rough week of finals upon my return, but naturally I didn’t anticipate how miserable it would be in real time. My flight landed in DC on Monday afternoon and instead of studying, I took a nap and went to Joe’s Stone Crab, where I drank 3 glasses of wine and ate a gigantic piece of coconut cream pie. And an entire breadbasket. Stress cravings are such a motherfucker.
And then yesterday – the first day of Hannukah! – I wrote a paper (at a 6th grade comprehension level, thanks to the wine), forgot to dig up the menorah, and consumed 7 million calories of thai food, alone.
But at least the paper got turned in on time, a whole ten minutes shy of the midnight deadline.
Today isn’t going so well either, but I’ll spare you the details of what I’m eating, because who cares? The sad truth is that when I’m cramming for finals, the only thing I think about is food.
And stretch pants.
And my Adderall prescription.
Okay, okay. I’ll stop now. I’m a broken record.
The only reason I’m here at all is because last year, I took a blogging hiatus during finals and ended up being gone for five weeks. Anytime I take a couple days off, the thought of getting back in the habit of providing unsolicited snippets of my life with strangers on the internet just seems incredibly foolish, and pathetic, and terrifying.
And even though I’m sure I’m going to look back on these blogging years and shake my head and think, what in the actual fuck were you thinking? about some of the stuff I’ve written here, the fact is it makes me very happy right now, so I’m going to try to stay in the habit of showing up.
It’s kind of like what they say about patience, willpower, love, and all those other virtues: Over-sharing is a muscle that must be exercised every day…
Otherwise it will shrivel up and die, and no one will know what Jake’s done to annoy me, or what I’ve eaten for lunch.
And with that, I’m back to the books.
Have a happy hump day for me!