No. 208: Think

Sometimes I think my parents project onto me. 

Like that's a novel feature of the parent-child relationship. Whatever. I love them anyway. 

I got a bunch of different invites for Thanksgiving day. At first I thought how nice that was of everyone. But now I'm just infinitely stressed out. My parents are going to Ohio. I knew I didn't want to leave the states I call home, so that made that easy, except now I have to rush home to see them before they go. Tomorrow I was invited to dinner with Jo & Nick, which I think I'm accepting. I was then invited to a party Dad is throwing in Dundalk, that I feel like I have to at least stop into b/c I had to run out on hanging with Dad to write my essay last night. Then Jenny invited me to Granny's for their thing. That means GREAT pie, horses and puppies and I haven't seen Jenny in ages. It also means driving all the way out to the farm. Aaand Matt wants me to go over there and hang out and Kendall and I haven't seen each other in a week or so. 

My only desire after the past ridiculously busy week is to  eat as much as humanly possible and watch football. I just have to decide where. I only have so much gas and time and way too many invitations. I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. I just want to relax. It's stressing me out. 

My goal over the break was to finish Jessica Blau's novel, read the chapter of Frankenstien I'm supposed to, finish Holy Land (by Waldie, it is AWESOME!), and write at least 5 pages of my short story. I see a maximum of two of these actually getting done. We'll see I guess. 

Going to eat a hard boiled egg, drink some tea, get in the shower and go home. 

Cheers on your turkey day.

H.