I've been told that when you're not working, you lose track of what day it is. And that makes sense. In the office, you're confronted with the time and date at every turn. E-mail! Deadlines! Schedules! Meetings! Weekends! (Oh, the gorgeous weekends.) And without that sort of structure in your face, time gets all melty.
My last week of work was the first week of July, and time has turned Dali-mode since then. Apparently it's the last week of July now. WHO KNEW? Besides looking for a new home-sweet-home in DC, a couple outings, and frantically working on two articles, I can't figure out what else I've been up to these past three weeks, twenty-one days. I feel like I've been busier than when I had been working. People, I've been missing episodes of So You Think You Can Dance.
So I'm kind of spiteful about the fact that I haven't been able to exactly enjoy my time off. The whole reason I ended work with a cushion of time before starting law school was so that I could decompress and take a vacation, maybe go somewhere nice for a few days. But life was like, no that plan sucks because you are totally lame and won't be able to find decent housing in DC until the end of July. And then I was like, Okay, fine, life, I just want the simple luxury of hanging out 'til I'm just kind of bored. And irritably life dismissed me with, chuh, whatevs, you know you're starting school in a few weeks, you have to get your shit together and starting packing up things and also deal with your for-some-reason super-cranky parents, and what? you haven't signed that lease? And then I was like, listen, bitch, you're a cereal.
Or maybe that's not how it went down.
Also, though I think I've written about this before, remember that game, Life, with the blue and pink cars and stuff? That game is totally not fun when you are actually an adult and have to do those things for reals.