I Wish my Life was this Song, cause Songs--they never die.

From the drive up here, a few days ago:

I love cloud pictures. I collect them. I used to have a wall in my room at home, dedicated to photographs of the cloudy skies.



Morale is low.

Haha. I feel like I'm playing Oregon Trail:
"Morale is low. A. Play chess. B. Buy booze. C. Rest one day. D. Quit Game"

B is illegal at Hume; D is ... not applicable. I have no one with whom I can play chess. I pick C. Rest one day.


I ran out of cream cheese this morning and it served a severe blow to my joy. I have two bagels left. What am I going to put on them??? I also had to dig myself out of the house, due to a heavy fall of snow that blanketed the front yard and made it impossible to walk out of the front door.

Which was actually kind of fun and empowering. I could have used the electric snowblower. But I couldn't figure it out. So I grabbed a shovel and dug my way to freedom.

I'm lonely. Tomorrow I go pick up my VERY OWN MACBOOK--one of the many perks of being a teacher here haha--and then all I have left to do is wait around till Tuesday: my first day of real teaching.

These thoughts are exciting. The loneliness is not. I'll be spending Valentines' Day alone. Emo. Alone in a basement that reminds me of a cave, in the middle of the snow, with little-to-no-food beyond frozen vegetables.

I made an omelette last night with frozen spinach and frozen onions. Gross. But it felt strangely wild. Like I'm on some survival television show with heated floors and a jacuzzi.

Which, by the way, is officially buried beyond resurrection.