I'm sitting in my new home. . .The Eau Claire Public Library. It's a bummer that I don't have internet service in my apartment, but at least it gets me out. To tell you the truth, I kinda like the library. I've always liked libraries, even when I was a little girl. Whenever I'm in Portland I always have to go to the HUGE central library downtown. I've been to Boise's library too and I'm sure it will suffice. I haven't been to the New York Public Library yet, but I'm sure it'll happen soon.

Speaking of New York; I really wish I was there. Ez keeps inviting me to move in with him and it's becoming increasingly difficult to decline (you're wearing me down!). I think it will be good for me to spend some time in Boise to recuperate, but I wouldn't be too surprised if I moved to New York before coming back to Eau Claire.

I've also been thinking a lot about school, more importantly, how I hate it. I lost my appreciation for education right after they took recess away. I know that it is practically impossible to get a good job without a degree, and I've learned from my mom's example that school is a lot tougher when you're 45, so I don't want to go that route. I guess I don't need to make any life changing decisions now, but I have a tendency to dwell on what the future might bring.

I just finished a biography on the author Anais Nin. Wow, what a life. I hadn't heard of her before (I hope that doesn't make me ignorant), but when I saw multiple books on her and her diaries, I became interested. Also, over 515 pages in 2 days isn't too shabby. She got me thinking about really journaling. From the time Anais was 11 she wrote obsessively in her diary. By the end of her lifetime (she died January 14, 1976) she had accumulated over 65 volumes. Now, I know I could never write that much, nor do I aspire too, but there's something about having my life recorded that I like. I know that this lovely blog would not be the appropriate place for said diary, but it's a start. Anyway, it's something to think about.

I think I'm going to take off soon and head on over to the Acoustic to do some more reading. I've becomed obsessed I tell you. I have Johnny Cash's autobiography and a bio on Hank Williams. I think I'll start with Hank Williams. And since I actually own both of these, I don't have to worry about turning them in before I move.

Oh moving. I hate it. I'm completely stressed out. I think what I am struggling with the most is that I have to ask for help. I hate asking for help. I'll need help taking my boxes to FedEx, taking the stuff I'm leaving here to the storage unit, I'll need a place to stay for a couple of days when all of my stuff is in the storage unit. . . Oh well, when I'm ready to go, I'll ask. It's about time that I realize that I'm not superhuman and I'll never be.

Wow, this is probably my longest blog ever, especially since I wasn't sure I would write today. I hope everybody is feeling well. I'm in town until February 18th, so let me know what's up. I want to make sure I see everyone before I leave.

By the way, has anyone ever run spell check on blogger and noticed that "blog" isn't in the dictionary? That seems a bit ironic or something.

Love you,
Heather