Sometimes I need a vacation.

I really, really thought that once exams were over, I'd be in the clear. The end of stress. The beginning of a blissful winter vacation.

But alas and alack, I neglected to realize that once my last exam was written (Tuesday night) that all of life that I'd been ignoring for the past three weeks would hit me full force. I feel about sixteen times more stressed out than before, and thus about sixteen times more likely to just drink an amaretto sour and go to bed straight after work.

So I began focusing on next week, when all the Christmas shopping will be done, the music practices will be over and work will be on pause for a full seven days. Unfortunately, that dream is already dead. The past couple of days have been filled with phone calls from people who want me to paint their houses and/or care for their children during my one week of bliss.

And I finally understand why people take vacations. I just need to get out of here and have a few days where literally nothing will be expected of me. If only I had some money with which to make this a reality. Sigh, someday I'll have a real break. Really I will.