My days are all bleeding into one another, until it's all a vague slur of days with no end and no beginning. I've been working every day for the past week or so, and trying to catch up on my sleep after being sick. I'm also trying to gain some weight back...I didn't eat for three days and my weight dropped to 117, which for me is just too low. Hopefully getting back to some normal eating, and also some weight-lifting and running, and my body will be back to normal. I finally started training for the Derby Festival Marathon in April. Today I did my "long run" of a whopping 50 minutes. Gotta start small...
STILL no word on Baloo. Dad was supposed to talk to Gary today, but if he did, they didn't let me know the outcome. This is intolerable.
Thomas came to visit today on his way to Purdue, so that was actually really nice. He brought my Christmas present (Garden State widescreen DVD). A great, great present. Mom clued him in. =P Anyway, it was nice to have him around, even if it was just a couple of hours before I had to go to work and he had to leave for school. We drove down to campus and walked around, even though it was really cold and I forgot to bring a hat, so my ears about froze off. Then he was off, and I was back to the monotony.
I guess I shouldn't complain. Work is really not all that bad. Although Scott was out with a sore back today, and I didn't see Jeremy at all, it's just not bad. It's possible to really lose yourself in binding, almost like meditating in a way. It's kind of like being on the paint crew, in a way, but I have a lot more freedom here and there are many more different kinds of jobs to do. Even though the pay is not the best, I would not trade this for anything right now, because of the flexibility, the overtime, and the fact that I actually enjoy the work itself in a way...you get a real sense of accomplishment when you finish a job and realize someone is going to be using what you just made to learn (or to be miserable, depending on what sort of college student picks up the book).
The money situation, at least, has improved, since I got my loan check in the mail yesterday. Of course, I have to pay all this money back, with interest, but at least for now I don't have to worry about rent, bills and food.
For the time being I've hit a calm pool in the river of my life. Perhaps I should savor this peace, as I'm sure it won't last long. Classes start on Monday and then time will drift away like grains of sand through my fingers. I will welcome that, because it will bring a life with Mark all the closer, but at the same time, this is my life, flowing away, never to be seen again. Heraclitus said you can never step in the same river twice. It's an interesting thought.
And in other news, Mark told me that he, Tim, and Margaret might come down to visit on the first weekend in February. That would be uncontrollably awesome. My three best friends remaining at Knox, all here for the weekend. Extremely cool. I will try not to get my hopes up too much, but man. I'll keep my fingers crossed that schedules stay open and the weekend works out.