I'm realizing more and more that I should have done more work over the week, but at the same time I also know that I needed to relax and that is what I tried to do and everything.  Plus, it took some time for me to get any sort of motivation in order to write or read or do anything.

Went and saw Mockingjay again, and it is a good sign that I still enjoyed it.


Thanksgiving was also a good time, and we actually played some games this year to make it better than usual.  It was nice; it helped me not think about all the depressing things that have been rolling around constantly in my head.

I do feel bad; I was supposed to hang out with a friend today but I had to do work and already had plans to go to movies with sisters and stuff.  I do want to try and hang tomorrow if I possibly can; if I can't, maybe I'll be able to do lunch on Sunday before I leave, I don't know.  I feel bad, but I do need to write a paper before Sunday at 5, and then I really ought to leave before then.  Plus, I am going to Say Anything concert tomorrow in Jersey so that is going to suck up at least half the day, and I probably won't get back until after midnight or one in the morning or even later.  It will depend on how late they get on and how late they end.

I'm not looking forward at all to going back to Bing on Sunday.  I feel like this week just flew by and that sucks because I still don't feel particularly rested.  But I guess I just won't because I'm still doing a fuck ton of work and I'm still struggling with whether or not this is even what I want anymore and I am just a big mess.