May 16, 1999

On Sunday nights after a really great weekend, I usually end up feeling like junk.
Somewhere between an empty box and a wet dish towel. This weekend was one of those great weekends. I went to Minneapolis, along with my parents and Jeremie, to visit my family and go to my cousin's Bat Mitzvah. The whole time was great and fun and the works. I really love my family, at least most of the time. At the very least, the times we spend together are special as I don't get to visit very often. It's even more rare that my parents and I both go together. For lunch on Friday it was my Dad, my Mom, my Dad's two brothers, my Dad's mom, ...aunt, cousins, the works. A great big family lunch with a million different conversations going on at the same time.
The rest of the weekend was primarily consumed with Bat Mitzvah goings-on. This time the fun revolved around my Mother's side of the family. My little cousin pulled everything off beautifully. She's a very special person, as is her sister. As is everyone in my family for that matter.

Today I woke up at the b.c.o.d. and went to the airport. I spent most of the day traveling back to North Carolina. For the morning I got to hang out with Jeremie, which was nice, but then he took the shuttle to Ann Arbor and I had to continue on to Raleigh. I was feeling subhuman all afternoon due to my lack of cleanliness; I took a shower almost immediately after walking in the door. However, once I started feeling human again I started to feel like shit. Loneliness sucks to the nth power. I have to figure out something to do about it this week; I don't want to be one of those people who tries to deny their loneliness by working too hard.
Must......make......friendddddd