little pieces, the exhausted clicking of keys

last night
Worked Jump Cut, the student short film festival. Very exciting to see the movies I'd picked up on the screen in the auditorium. (I was part of the selection team) One of my favorites won the Audience award. The others will be announce tonight I think. Irving Kirschner, director of The Empire Strikes Back, was one of the judges. That went on late into the night. I spent the afternoon cleaning and moving things from my old place to the new one.

this morning
Got up early to continue the moving and cleaning. Still things left to do. sigh. It's all so much and I'm so sick of it. Haven't even had time to unpack my boxes at the new place so I can't find my jewelry or my clothes or anything.

this afternoon
Finished the talks at the Czech Food for Thought conference. Listening to Otto Urban is nice. In a couple hours we'll have the massive Czech dinner and I will be happy to eat something for a change. I don't remember the last time I cooked anything or ate a real meal. It's been too chaotic for that.

Battling the feelings of exhaustion and elation, happiness and depression. Swinging back and forth and I'm just ready to lay down. Maybe I'll take a walk down the Drag, look for a present for my package buddy. A short nap in the Union and a soda might make all the difference.

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I haven't eaten such a wonderful meal in weeks. Not since I ate at the clay Pit with Patrick, but that is another game.

Creamy potato leek soup, cabbage, paprika chicken, pork with caraway, rolls, and Live Oak Pilsner beer. The chef had also prepared a fantastic array of desserts. Little pastry puffs, angel food cake and strawberries, chocolate cakes, lemon poppyseed cake, chocolate cheesecake, kolaches, and tiny tarts. She also created as a decoration three giant sugar eggs with little scenes inside. It looked unbelievable. Like something out of a book, or a dream. I've never been to such a meal.

I had such a good time this afternoon.

Turned in my keys to my first apartment today. It's so difficult to describe how much this pained me. I started to cry when I left the apartment for the final time. It was my first, and I fought for that independence. Living there showed me that I could take care of myself, that I would be okay. It was so so so important to me. I have this feeling now, like I want to fun back, throw myself back down on that beautiful grey carpet and stay there. Never leave. Oh God do I miss it already.