It's beginning to feel like those days back in Cleveland when I thought it would be brilliant to take a full course load and work and do the Footlighters thing, and even though they lived with me, Mark and Carrie would sometimes go a day or more without actually seeing me. But really, I can't complain. This weekend I played nearly as hard as I worked, and really, what more could a gal expect? I'm even ahead of my midterm study schedule for one of my classes, though I really shouldn't jinx myself by saying that as inevitably I will turn to my notes tomorrow and realize that I'm so lost I have twice the amount of preparing to do than I originally thought. But tonight things actually look hopeful and I'm somewhat less burned out than I've been in weeks, maybe months, and for some reason that seemed worth documenting.