Back North

I'm in Duluth at the moment. It's 2 am and I've been playing my DS for the past couple hours, killing time before I pop some NyQuil which will hopefully knock me out for several hours before I get up and head to Ryan and Audrey's wedding.

Been home for a week now, since last Saturday. I stepped off the plane and went directly back to Breezy Point and spent time with my Dad's side of the family. I was dead throughout most of the evening. I couldn't sleep on the plane, and kept myself amused reading and playing my Japanese version of Final Fantasy VI. But it was my seatmate--a teacher heading home to Canada from China, an old crusty sort who carried on a conversation well enough with me, considering I don't carry on conversations as much as listen to them--kept me entertained for the majority of the flight, but that meant absolutely no sleep.

Ever since stepping off the plane there have been X-mas--pronounced with a hard X in the Futurama sense--parties and the onslaught of a cold, then a few days of vegging out with my brothers and niece, playing video games.



Now, of course, the visiting friends has started. And it's good. Really good. I'm headed down to the Cities for New Years, and I'm looking forward to seeing people for the first time in a long time.

A very long time.