The last few weeks, this is less true, because I've been off doing incredibly fun things, including, but not limited to:
hiking much of the way up a mountain, seeing a childhood friend get married and my brother make a remarkably fantastic toast, embarrassing a family member for saying something rude, developing crushes on people who are inappropriately distant from my home, cultivating crushes on people who are inappropriately distant from my home, catching up with friends I don't see often enough, eating amazing produce, envying the growing season in the bay area, beginning to repair a relationship too long laid aside after a breach, seeing mind-bending art, achieving a major goal I set for myself on my last birthday, eating speech-stealingly good food, missing a lot of people, throwing a fun party, feeling stupidly shy, talking to strangers and enjoying it, talking to strangers and loathing it, sleeping less than I ought, thinking about what I'm going to do after grad school, fantasizing, dreaming, laughing, building friendships new and postponed, soaking in hot water, getting dirty, turning 31, dancing, and deeply, deeply loving my life.
Amidst all that, I haven't had a whole lot of down-time, so I'm also really, really tired. I figure I'll be able to recuperate after Burning Man and the first couple of weeks of classes. So, uh, I'll be fit company come, oh, mid-September. Which is just as well, because that's more or less the next free time slot in my calendar, anyway.