Break (?)

A professor in my department just walked by me in the hallway and told me that I "need to take a break." And maybe he is right. So I'm trying to do that with the justification being that I missed no class or work this semester and that perhaps I need to. Hell, maybe I don't need to. Maybe I just want to and deserve to. But that's a hard realization (for me, anyway).

Because I bought my plane ticket home this morning (I'll be back in K.C. in thirteen days!), I'm in the midst of packing my room up right now, namely my books. This means that I have to decide which two or three books I want to take with me for the next few weeks, and this decision has become much harder than it needs to be. I'm in the middle of Another Bullshit Night In Suck City by Nick Flynn right now, and his writing is fairly remarkable. He doesn't overwrite or try to compensate for anything, which I like quite a lot. So I have that, but seeing how I ended up sleeping in the Charlotte airport on my way home two years ago, I'm not taking the risk of being without another book.


Regardless, and because that rant was fairly self-indulgent and unnecessary, here is a beautiful piece of music as recompense. The piano in this song couldn't be better.

-"Miles from Nowhere" by Cat Stevens, from Tea for the Tillerman (1970)