Bemidji/Bust

Well, had a wonderful lovely time up north with Mama. In the immortal words of The Cars, it was Just What I Needed. Ate, layed on the couch, got waited on and generally mothered. Only one menopausal breakdown, due to Dad, but he left for a golf trip the next day. Shopped, went out to eat, lots of chatting. In the Sad But Sweet category, she had a little depression breakdown after I left. All she could find to do was wash some towels and send me a text message. Awww. I hope I can take care of her someday. Although I suppose I already do, on an emotional level. Though I'm sure I cause an equally proportional amount of worry and strife.
Drove home Friday and went straight to Kendra's. So much woman love these last couple days. Lonely Hearts Club. But one can only be so lonely when they have a fairly constant stream of mutual adoration bouncing around. We drank some wine (Tisdale, how I love thee) and went to a house party, which was mildly amusing. Still mind-blown by So-and-So's DUI story. Not sure how guilty/responsible to feel. I suppose I'll just let it slip into my subconscious somewhere, along with lots of other slightly depressing things which I choose to block out. I wonder if they'll all burst forth one day in some sort of watery deluge. What would be the trigger? I guess I can't even imagine what pain or suffering is. Never been there.
Last night was generally more of the same. I'm having a hard time understanding how I can push myself to such extremes. I almost certainly should have been in bed at about 9 o'clock. Yet........alas. Live while you're young, that's what I always say! Was very nice to chat with Jake, who I haven't really talked to in a few months. And Carly! What a dear heart. Wondering how to get our friendship back to the place it was before I went abroad. There's the sentiment, but not the action. Isn't that just the way of it?
Going to try and have a productive week. Apply for more jobs, WORK ON THESIS. IthinkIcanIthinkIcan.
Lastly, for Kendra, SS:
Lugete, O Veneres Cupidinesque,
et quamtumst hominum venustiorum.
passer mortuus est meae puellae.
passer, deliciae meae puellae,
quem plus illa suis oculis suis amabat:
nam mellitus erat suamque norat
ipsam tam bene quam puella matrem;
nec sese a gremio illius movebat,
sed circumsiliens modo huc modo illuc
ad solum dominam usque pipiabat.
qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum
illuc, unde negant redire quemquam.
at vobis male sit, malae tenebrae
Orci, quae omnia bella devoratis:
tam bellam mihi passerem abstulistis.
o factum malle! o miselle passer!
tua nunc opera meae puellae
flendo turgiduli rubent ocelli.
(You can just type the first lines into google, dear, it will be found immediately).