With a bang

Star Wars wasn't really a good way of describing how reality works anyway.

Meh

Staying with my family is an interesting mixture of pleasant and overwhelmingly frustrating. I get along with everyone in my family fairly well, which is a plus. That and their kids are all older than mine, so they surprise me with things like speech, toilet usage, and moderate competency.

My cars front bumper was falling off. You know, the thing that holds the license plate that New York requires on both ends of the car. My dad tends to fix things like this easily, and I hate the idea of blowing a fortune on what I think is a technicality. So he takes the car. Normally, his fixes involve a few hours and a few bucks. It's pretty much what I was expecting. This time, not so much. Now the car is gone for a week, both delaying my trip home, and forcing me (+wife and 2 kids) to rely on borrowing a car from my sister.

Thanks. The big delay? Waiting for the paint to set. Paint?! I don't care if it matches or if it's lime green (which might make it easier to spot in a parking lot, Saturns are pretty common) I just want the dumb car. I'm back in my home town and I'm stuck in the house the entire time.

Short of borrowing a car.

Christmas was nice. It usually is, but I find myself more and more awkward with it every year. I'm waiting for science to "accidentally" create a virus that causes me to miss the awkward parts, but be there for the nice ones. Until then, I make do... somehow.

All of this past fall I kept wishing I was still back at that cabin.

And I'm spent.

I've never run a marathon before. My physique wouldn't allow for it. (Wii Fit itself being a challenge to me) I imagine that much of what I experienced in the last 6 weeks was much like running a marathon in my own head.

I learned something that caught my interest. My math class had a prerequisite, which in turn had one of its own. I wasn't aware of this fact, and would only have been made aware beforehand if I had to sign up for the class myself. (The system not letting you register if you didn't have the other classes, naturally). Rather, I was placed into the class by a member of the faculty.

...oh. Well then. I suppose having a hard time with the class was to be expected. (I passed it, but I didn't like it)

I finished with the semester. All finals done. Statistics must not be my strong suit, as the open-book final was still a grueling experience. Finishing this semester was like Wile E Coyote running off a cliff. He was still running, made it half way across, but the ground was long gone. I finished, but my head was still racing.

Since I'm not working any more, it looks like I have about 5 weeks of video games and cartoons.

...when the kids are asleep.