I'm Sleepy

There is something immensely satisfying about making a list. I love writing down my to-do's, my needs, my goals, my wants. If I am in a panic, lists calm me down. If my thoughts are cluttered, lists organize my head. Lists make things easier for me, despite the fact that once made, I rarely look at them again. They end up as bookmarks and trash and litter in my backpack. But their value is undiminished. They make me feel accomplished (whether or not I really am).

Tomorrow I head home, where my flight leaves Wednesday for my adventure. I'm excited :) Expect thousands of pictures. I wonder what we would do without photos?

This past weekend I spent time with Evan and his family. We went to a Renaissance fair, where I ate food on a stick, walked past warriors and wenches, and wore a wreath of flowers in my hair. It was an experience, seeing hundreds of people let fly their inhibitions to have fun being someone else. The place itself was magical. Little shops and stores and wagons and bridges were all over the place, surrounded by tall trees and tiny creeks, covered in ivy and looking for all the world like they had been there for a hundred years.

We also shopped in Dallas, ate great food, and hung out. Evan's sister-in-law is expecting, and it was neat listening to her first-hand accounts of pregnancy in sharp, unedited detail. I'm preparing my self to buy little, overpriced Red Raider baby outfits and booties with double-ts on them. It is a lot of fun, I won't lie.

Today was an interesting day. I went to work at my new job, and folded t-shirts and just was just busy in general. Then I ate lunch and went to my other job, and played the part of a scientist. I'm dosing little freshwater invertebrates with a chemical called Guaifenesin. They are TINY and my head was hurting by the time I had five in each cup. I like the diversity of it. I like the simple and everyday versus the challenging and academic. It keeps me from getting bored, anyway.

Yawn.