I woke up intending to go to class this morning. I really did.
But once I turned around and came back to the room, I sat down on my bed, and I haven't gotten up yet. The past week is hovering over me, and I'm tired. More than just my lack of sleep. I'm worn out. I'm not depressed, I'm just a little heavy.
I don't want to go home this weekend for home. I'm going to see Dot and Stephanie. I'm going to see my sisters, and hopefully avoid the family meeting for as long as possible. And then I'll be back in Asheville waiting for the cycle to start all over again. More of the same waiting.
Which I find isn't a bad thing. I enjoy the anticipation and the butterflies. I think it's worth it.

My blog entries have been so...under the weather, lately. I promise I've got a fire building inside of me, waiting to be released. But for now I have to deal with a few things before I can get there completely. It's there though, which gives me a soft hope.