I get to go home tomorrow and I'm so excited I could squeal. Of course I also have to work on Friday and Saturday, more or less shooting the weekend all to hell, but I'm still thrilled to be going to the northwoods where I get to see my parents and my dog and everything else that my wonderful little hometown has to offer. (Beeb perhaps? I can only hope!)

I love Duluth. I just need some transition time. As I mentioned, the transition has been less severe in past years, I think because I lived in the same place the past couple of years and before that my sister was here. There are fewer comforts this year than before so I'm looking forward to going back and spending some time where everything is comfortable.

My only hope - which also happens to be a distinct possibility - is that something rotten will happen this weekend (probably at work) and I'll realize that home isn't so wonderful and I can't wait to get back to school.

My weekend starts tomorrow, which is strange since my week seems to have also just started. I guess that's what happens when you're "work week" is shorter than your weekend. All this free time might kill me, people. Even I am having troubles finding enough homework to keep me occupied, and I'm not one to skimp on homework. I shall not complain though, as this will be the last period of my life outside of the real world.