Sometimes this blog feels like the ultimate self-indulgence. I pretend that every word that proceeds from my sparkling fingertips is of utmost worth, and that everyone I know reads and is fascinated by them. On the other hand, the hope of readership keeps me coming back to journal my little bits which helps me punctuate my experience and reflect a bit. This is the ultimate friction-free market economy -- I'm free to do what I prefer, and you can partake however and whenever you wish. (I'm growing more and more disgustingly enmeshed in business language, for which I extend my heartfelt apologies. I assure you that I am probably as dismayed as you are. This evening I referred to some hoped-for time with friends as "interfacing with my people" and got the startled response I deserved. Oy.)

Speaking of spending time with my people, I'm going home to Ann Arbor this weekend. After the immersion in this leadership program, I'll be tired and drained. "Back home" sounds like the best R&R. I'm really glad I won't be alone in my apartment. A girl can only do so much sleeping. I'd probably end up indulging in pseudo-theraputic shopping, so the plane ticket to Michigan could be seen by the charitably inclined as an economically sound decision.

For now, it's getting too late, I have some preparation to do for tomorrow, and my comfortable pillow calls my name.

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