Whoof...now I know what it's like to be retired.
Seriously--I really feel for Jack Nicholson's character in "About Schmidt." You come out of an institution that you actually like, that you're used to, where you fit, and you suddenly don't have to DO anything anymore. What is there to do but putter about aimlessly? I, personally, on May 12th, was ready to start to the Taliaferro Freedom Army, stock up on food and water, barricade the doors, and fight off wave after wave of campus cops forcibly trying to make us leave. Alas, my dormmates had things to go home to. So do I, actually, but work doesn't start for a while and even so, I'm sort of half-dreading the return to construction. Naturally, I wouldn't be doing it if I didn't sort of like it--but every bad memory of last summer is etched into my mind. Getting a nail stuck in my heel, hauling lumber in 100-degree weather, being forced to listen to Eminem and the Yin Yang twins, getting my back burned to a crisp...all of these things are there to make me wince when I look back on them. And yet *sigh* it's a living. And God help me it's a change from the intemellectual schmaltz I've been regurgitating all year. So I guess you could say I need the change.
*yawn* You could also probably say with a fair degree of accuracy that I need sleep. But old habits die hard. I find myself wandering around the house and realize I'm looking for the void where the Tali Lounge used to be. I even checked my pockets for my ID before coming inside today, before realizing where I was. *wistful sigh* Ah, college...