Alright so I'm back. Depression and anxiety don't make for regular blog updates. Angsty scribbling on notebooks during class, but not all the effort of logging in, typing things, hitting that orange publish button...way too much work.
Speaking of work, I've actually been doing some. I have turned in all four short stories for my writing workshop, so even if I don't actually finish any of the critiques for my classmates I'm at least certain of a pass. Shakespeare will be fine so long as I manage to find my way to the final in a few weeks. After that I'll be commuting down to Abbeville to run the studio. Twenty-three years, five and half years of that in college, and a year of those five in another country, all searching for a way to get out of Louisiana, and I'll be running my dad's business anyway. It was weird, though, the more I was away from it the more I thought about it. I would wake up some nights with great ideas for promotions, I visit dad and work for three days straight and feel fantastic. It can't last, naturally, but damnit, this is the best I've felt in months.
In other news, less important in the grand scheme of things, but more entertaining, I found "The English Tea Room" in Covington over Thanksgiving. I only went to a tea room once with Becci and Jane, but it did make me feel all nostalgic and weepy. I'm such a sap. I want to go back so badly some days.
