10 days. 100 hours (approximately). I am so close I can taste it.
Not that I don't like Iona. I've met some really interesting people there - people that I hope stay in touch and continue to share their lives with me. However, I've also met people I could definitely live without; I am doing my best to remind myself about learning from mistakes and "no light without dark" etc. but it doesn't change the fact that I have thought about my professional knives as assassin's tools more in the past 8 weeks than I have, ever, in the past.
On a lighter note:
Bought my camera today. Wimped out and bought the same model I left with my ex (the wedding present from his mom's crazy stalker former boyfriend). At least I won't have to learn a whole new camera. Plus it was pretty cheap (www.broadwayphoto.com - I'll let you know how it arrives and if I have any trouble with the company). Meaning I have more money to spend on things I need more. Like Jack Daniels to survive the 100 Hours.
My French still sucks. But it sucks less than it did 2 weeks ago. Hooray for Rosetta Stone. And the hour I have had to use it thus far. My French tutor has had more important things to do - like teach me to swing dance, discuss politics over very expensive rum, and drive me home from New Paltz after I got angry and drank too much at la Stagione the other night (at least I feel like I have closure now. And I did get all my stuffed animals back from my old apartment).
Today is a good day. A little windy and grey but I am not at work, I thus far have avoided getting dragged into doing work from home, and I have no plans other than going out with my friends tonight. I am wild and crazy and free - and going to take a nap.
Sante.
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