Well, it looks like my initial plans of doing absolutely nothing over break, came to fruition, with or without my permission.

Even with my full schedule all laid out, the day midterms were over, my body decided it was in need of a break, and was going to take one, whether I was planning accordingly or not.

So the first quarter of my break was filled with abdominal pain, and misery, not to mention utter exhaustion, which led to the accomplishing of not a whole lot before I left St. Louis. Which was fine, I told myself, because I had plenty of time to get things done at home, once I got back from Illinois.

However, when that happened I was still feeling ill on Sunday/Monday (though I'd told myself that it would all go away the Friday prior) and I arrive home to find out that my poor (and unexplicably stubborn) kitty had thrown herself another tantrum, while my mom was gone, and starved herself for four days, while she sat in the basement, unmoving from her single position throughout the duration.

So besides going to the clinic and worrying about myself and the cat, my mother was trying to focus on her sick sister Tina, and convincing her to go to the clinic, as well as turning in her letter of resignation on Tuesday. I spent the first half of the week doting on my kitty (partially to ignore my meds) and nursing her back to health. Which came fairly quickly and only pissed me off more, since it seemed certain then, that she had done this to herself, and there was no incidental illness about it, whatsoever. By Wednesday she was walking; though still a bag of bones.

On Thursday, Maggie and I took our newly purchased friend Gustavo, to his new owner Mrs. Bond, in a display of thanks and appreciation for all she's contributed to our intellect and our lives. There was a plethera of metaphors we attached to the symbolism of gifting a potted plant in a pot to our past educator, too many of which I either fail to recall now, or feel no use in typing up. Regardless, they were there, and implied. And I'm sure, if anybody could read the symbolism in anything, it would be Mrs. Bond. If you don't believe me, why don't you discuss Lord of the Flies with her. Better yet, I'll save you the headache, and advise against it.

Also Thursday, the momma slash future member of the RV-ing community, had some visitors of her own. Aaron and Rianna stopped by and chatted with her for like two hours, and Holly came over to collect some old elementary materials that my mom herself had used as a student teacher in college. She was having a blast as she put it, and when I got back from wasting an endless amount of time at the Whoa! (like any good Loup City resident) I found her weezing for breath and barely able to speak. She did manage to whiningly complain about how minutes ago she was "having so much fun", and how "totally unfair" this was. How very repressed teenager of her. It was cute. Minus the croaking of her words as they escaped her growingly growly throat.

Friday was then a day to take care of the moms, and chill out and watch movies all day. Which is what we did. Then Saturday, it was off once more to return to the land of never-ending work (which I suppose is appropriate for the life of a student). After stopping in Lincoln to catch up with Charley over a burrito (or two) I got back around 2:30 a.m. and hauled all my shiz up to the room and crashed finally near 4:00 a.m.

Up and at 'em at 8:00 a.m. and thus began my day. Which thus far, has led to me cleaning the room, finding a publication of Emma Thompson's diaries during the shooting of Sense & Sensibility (which are so compelling I read them straight through from 3:00 p.m. to 9:00 p.m.) in the library --accompaning the screenplay she wrote for the film, and otherwise fannying around and wasting time doing silly things, like organizing my closet, and re-folding clothes (you know how they get after being all packed up, you practically need to open them up to breathe again, and then neatly tuck them back into your drawers).

So here I am to purge it all from my system, and maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to go and sip my cappucino, and be otherwise re-energized and inspired (I keep wanting to type things in British-English ZtoS's today, I just caught myself typing 'energised', and before that 'organising') to move on and fufill at least some of my duties for the night.

Overall, I'm pleased with how things went after all. Even though I got little accomplished in relation to work, I got to catch up with Maggie who I only saw briefly once over Christmas break, so those visits were well overdue, and even though I didn't see Reid, I managed to catch him on the phone for a while, and I hadn't spoken to him in literally months. Oh yeah, and travelling 10 hours with my mom in a car was awesome. I love her. Watching the Holiday with her was pure genious as well. Brilliantly enteraining, that one. A week in her spirit and energy was well worth it -- I haven't seen the woman so relaxed and at ease for quite some time. Exciting times ahead. My mom was even talking about how she is planning to start a blog to keep track of all her and Marc's travels. Now that should hold some good stories.

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