Holiday Fever

I suppose I’m branching out a bit. I used to tell people this was strictly creative writing, but it seems less so nowadays.

I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t much care for holidays. I hate having all this excess time on my hands – a month ago I wrote down that I felt like a lost puppy. One who’s geographically challenged.

I spent time enrolling in classes and getting my loan in order. Then I stared blankly at the abyss of time that loomed before me, pondering the best way to enter.

Since then I’ve been clinging to the rocks and making my way over the various crevasses using my high heels as a grip. Or something. The days are blurring and melting together and I noted the other day that I wasn’t sure what day it was. It might’ve been Thursday, but it could also have been Monday.

I’ve done a lot of reading and a bit of blogging. As of the other night I have a cryptic note reading “OREGON TO NEW YORK.” NaNoWriMo seems like the most logical explanation.

I suppose it’s cabin fever. I don’t have many friends, so I don’t go out much. Monday I’m planning to go to the museum or somewhere. 

Also, I’ve learnt a lesson: if you give the university an email address that isn’t affiliated with the university, don’t then include your ID number. The email will go to your university email while you check the other one and wonder where the notice is. This is the notice that tells you when the form you need is ready to be picked up, but you get the email on a Saturday when the place is closed, whereas you could’ve gone yesterday and posted it the same day.

Thanks, Kafka. I’ll take it from here.

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