love is a dog from hell.

and i mean that in the most endearing way possible. :)

was i really in NY this morning? weird... that's the thing i don't like about trips and vacations and such. when it's over, it always feels like it was just a dream. especially after a situation like today: i got up at the equivalent of 3:45am chicago time, flew back to the midwest, dropped off my stuff and went straight to work, then class, and got home at about 10:15pm. once my day got rolling, it was like any other tuesday and it was easy to forget that this morning i was 800 miles away. life is weird.

in my sleepy haze, i've had blog stuff swimming in my head all day and now i just have nothing.

my friends wanted me to come over to their party. i love them and i love parties, and it'd be great to hang out since i was gone all weekend. but i literally walked in the door of my building and felt like i'd been hit by a truck. i just can't do it. i was gonna shower before bed and i'm not sure i can even manage that. it might have to wait until morning.

life is... complicated. very very complicated. yet somehow, at the same time, very very good.