Here it is my third to last day of vacation, and I emphatically don't want to go back to school. Not that this is new, but, well, you know.

Can't I just stay here a little bit longer and FTP my work in? It's been a working vacation for me; I've been merrily compiling lexicon entries for Teo's XML lexicon and for my own project, now codenamed Ethan (thank you, shrike6), and I can do that just fine from home, thank you.

But home won't be home for very much longer. Colin's dad had to change jobs suddenly, and his parents are no longer making enough money to pay his rent. He'll be moving back in with them at the beginning of April, so I'll have to stay with my parents for the two weeks between the end of the semester and boot camp. After today, I'm not going to see this place again.

I know it's a stupid thing to be all maudlin over, especially since we have a brand-new condo in Iowa City now. But that'll be empty for another couple of months yet. I'm going to my parents' tonight so that Britt and I can daytrip out to College Station while Colin works on Saturday, and tomorrow night I'll stay there as well, since my flight leaves from the airport on their side of town. So after today, there isn't really going to be a place that feels like home until August.

(bitch, bitch, bitch.)

I haven't gotten any writing done over break, which is another reason why I'm feeling a bit bummed. This has been a pretty unaccomplished year as far as writing goes, though so far it's at least better than 2001. "Laid" didn't even get a runner-up editor's choice on DRDWW, which is a little disappointing; it's hardly Great Literature, but I thought it was well put together. I'm just not really feeling enthused about much that's writing-related right now. Too mopey.

I'm going to stop this before I depress myself any further.