"I am involved in such a mysterious way"

Glad to be stress-free, mostly, for the next week. Then, three or four final tests, and a final paper, and a month in rural Wisconsin.

Planning on seeing a concert in Chicago tonight--it should be fun. The Storyteller's Theatre runs this weekend on campus, so I'll catch a performance tomorrow. Otherwise, have lots of reading to start catching up on, now that the horror of the paper I turned in yesterday is off my back.

Still can't shake my disappointments in myself for failing to figure out, in any substantive way, how much I can trust the girl who failed to pick up her phone before break . . . ran into her yesterday, unexpectedly, and she says something about really looking forward to "getting done and never looking back" after finishing the semester. I had thought about giving her a call this weekend before she said that, but now . . . I'm afraid it would just be a waste of energy--energy that we both need to finish our final work before the semester ends.

I keep thinking and hoping . . . and realizing the futility of the numbers.