So what to do with my weekend? I have the house all to myself until monday evening, and I have no plans whatsoever except church tomorrow afternoon and work monday morning and dance rehearsal monday evening. I finished a very pretty and complicated letter for Lara, but I have one thing left to do: print a small picture onto the page, which is simple enough...except our printer is out of yellow ink, so my greens are blues, and my reds are magentas. Arg! I think I'm going to have to buy more ink. It was ok printing stuff at Kinko's when the piece of paper was a blank one from their stack, but not now that it's my crazily written (and somewhat irreplacable) piece. Like the poem I wrote on a cardboard pizza tray, this piece of paper has to serve me, and I don't trust it in the jaws of a Kinko's machine (nor the other people to not print anything of their own long enough for me to print mine). [sighs] Anyway, aside from that, I've mostly just gotten little stuff done like getting pictures of dad's camera, some writing, some job hunting, some email sorting. And lots of reading; I'm almost done with Njal's Saga, which was bugging the crap out of me today because they included, verbatim, announcements of legal actions and proceedings, which were repeated twice for some reason that I stopped caring to understand. They quibbled over details enough to get the case thrown out of court, so they just had an open battle instead. [laughs] It's funny to think about, but these guys did not train as warriors. They were farmers or farm overseers, and they recieved weapons from their fathers or their foster-fathers (god-fathers we would call them today) or as gifts now and then. And they would get into crazy fights with spears and swords and axes, and they're just farmers! I often forget that when one guy can use two swings of his axe to kill 3 people, how they were so easy to kill, and it's because for all their fearlessness, they didn't necessarily have any skill or training in fighting besides chopping wood and hoeing soil and hunting animals. They hide behind their shields, and the shields keep getting pierced or cleaved or whatever, not working at all against the guys who actually had skill at arms. It's kinda sad. But anyway, I'd been listening to music, but it keeps distracting me when I'm switching tasks. So my house is silent except for the sound of my keyboard and a cat sleeping and the electric hum of lights and the computer's fans, and it's a restless silence. I miss having friends over. This house hasn't been a place I can bring my friends to hang out since somewhere during college. Sure, people can come over, get the tour, do a little of this or that, board or card games, eat a meal, watch a movie (though I can't remember the last time I had friends over for a movie on the tv in the living room; we always watch them on one of the computers). But it has no real space for guests. Drew suggested having a party tonight spelled "V-O-D-K-A", but I don't even know what we'd do in terms of comfort. Board games, then a movie, during which people fall asleep in uncomfortable positions on the wood floor, and then people head home after the movie. That's all I can think of here. And I'd need to buy food, probably. I only really eat cereal, sandwhiches, cheese and milk, and occasional leftovers here at home. Mom comes up with dinners, but I never see anything when I'm looking for something for myself. I just...I miss Lara terribly. I miss college with people right down the hall. I miss neighbors that might stop by or that I can stop in to bother. I hate being so far from friends that "calling to see if they're free" means "making plans" not "stopping by". And on top of that, my font of inspiration is a little dry right now. Like Lara, all of my creative pursuits feed all the others. My job hunting and desiccated social dance life are killing my creativity. I need to stop writing now, before I sound depressed. But blogger, wish me luck. I don't doubt for a second that I'm going to Florida. I just...need to get everything done between now and then, and it's very frightening.