fly

I am in the Tampa airport, waiting for my flight to Chicago to leave. We should start boarding soon. I'm going to spend the day in Chicago (probably at a coffeeshop, trying to finish a paper that's due Tuesday) before going to a concert tonight. The concert seemed like a good idea two months ago when I bought the ticket, but now, I just feel like driving back to C-U after I get back to Chicago and sleeping. I'm a little tired and a little sick. But...I figure I'll have the paper done (or at least a draft done) by the end of the day, which would feel great.

It would be nice to spend a day not feeling tired the entire time. Maybe I need to start sleeping on a more regular pattern. Most nights this week, at home, I went to bed around 3 or 4 and woke up around 10 or 11, and while I did have some fun, I spent most of the daytime hours in a sort of daze, just wanting to nap.

I have decided not to move to Chicago next semester. This decision was largely the result of a couple of conversations I had at the conference last weekend. I'm going to try to save money this semester and this summer and then if I still feel the urge to leave, I'll try to move somewhere next year, when I'm writing my dissertation.

Whenever I come home, I feel like I'm just starting to enjoy myself and then I have to leave. It was wonderful to see everyone, but I wish I could've seen them more. I know things wouldn't be the same as they were before I left, but I think they'd be similar, if I could just spend more time with people.

Most people do not worry about the same sorts of things that I do. Sometimes I wish they did, so I wouldn't feel isolated on occasion, but they just don't. To be entirely honest, this leads me to dislike some people sometimes, because they seem sort of vacuous. But you know what? They're not. I've got more to say, but it looks like the plane is boarding, so it'll have to wait.