cryptic words meander

If I were more eloquent, I'd write a sonnet or a song or a novel or something... I thought I had no way to put things into words, but then I always find them when I'm in a place that I can't record them. Star Trek thought: Imagine how much more people would reflect on things if they could do it anytime, anywhere just by telling the computer to start recording a personal log. End Star Trek thought. My unrecordable location was the southwest bike path, this morning. So the momentary eloquence is lost, but I can try to regain a bit of it.

It has been a most incredible week. Or six days, rather. Nothing comes to mind as ever having felt so right. So unexpected, and so amazing. I'm rather sure that people may be tired of hearing about it (or soon will be), so I'll just sit and dwell on my own happy thoughts for awhile... :)

I have a lot of work to get done at work today, to free up the rest of my weekend. I don't want to waste it doing homework. I decided that I'm rather ready to be done with this semester. Outside of my science class, I feel like I'm learning nothing and all of my classes on campus are a waste. Practicum is good, but I don't really feel that rolling around on the floor pretending to be a caterpillar and then a butterfly is either furthering my educational experience or going to make me a better teacher.

I had a dream about carving pumpkins last night.

I never should've made the connection between songs from Once and Alicia. I was already dwelling a bit today, and then Falling Slowly came on random and I couldn't listen to it. I have no idea what's going on with her, and I think I may have given up.

A squirrel was almost brutally murdered by me (or my bike?) this morning on the ride in. He appeared suddenly in my peripheral vision, right in front of my tire. My immediate reaction was to pick up my feet, pull back on my bike handles and squint. How helpful. Luckily, he was fast. I think my heart stopped for a moment, though. What do you do if you run over a squirrel with your bike? I'd have to stop, of course... but after that point, I have no idea what the protocol is for such a situation. The guilt would be immense, though.

Okay, okay... one hour spent writing this and helping people at the librrrary. I will now make an attempt to do work. But not work work. School work.

It's too easy to chat and I have too many lovely things to chat about with people at work. Jesus, what a week. :)