Anthony slept in this morning. We were going to get up at 5:15 to have breakfast at No.9 before going to the airport. I heard him yelling outside my door this morning, “AMY, we gotta go!” It was 7 already. Oops. His flight takes off at 8:30. “Remind me to shoot myself in the face if I miss my flight,” Anthony said as he sped to the airport. 

I don’t think I’ve been so exhausted. I want to finish my last paper by tonight and I’ll be free. Last night the school called to tell me that one of the classes I registered for got cancelled. I was really disappointed. Andrea, mark and my other creative writing friends all registered for that class. Mark and I were going to carpool again next term for this class. And now. Sigh. But the good thing is, I have a bit more time. I signed up for the intro. photography class. It will be a lot of fun. 

I am going to make a cold noodle dish for the potluck for class today. It will be the last short fiction class, last time Mark and I carpool to school… It actually makes me really sad. We have such great conversations on our drives… Now we’ll have to make more of an effort just to stay in each other’s life. Ai.

Maybe i’ll attach a photo of the cold noodles once I am done making it.

I am typing on the bike right now. I have my laptop on the monitor of the stationary bike and I want to see what it feels like to exercise and write at the same time. Let’s see what I break first, the bike? the laptop? my wrist? or my already very injured lower bike? Anything in the name of “let’s see what happens.” Hey, a lot of great inventions come about this way (yea, and a lot of deaths as well, but I gotta choose a side).

I am down to one paper and some revisions of poetry to do and I am done. I feel so much better already that I don’t have mountains worth of words needing to be squeezed out from my very puny, very incompetent brain.

K seems to think that running each other means we are back to being friends. I only said hi to be polite. The truth is, whatever he has put me through the month after our breakup has really disheartened me and I am not ready to be friends with him any time soon. I wish him well, but I need the distance.

I am watching the food channel and he’s making a chicken pot pie with lots of chicken (!!!), chicken fat and vegetables. I wish there’s a vegan food channel so I could watch and actually make the food. I do love the food channel though. They create this great family atmosphere in the kitchen, it’s like watching a little fantasy of mine. I am so domestic