Wow! I did so much today. Here is what I did:

1. Painted my accent wall dark blue in preparation for Kyle to move in when I leave
2. Cleaned up everything remaining in my room
3. Made reservations for my birthday brunch (this involved calling many places to ask them if they seat parties of 18 for brunch. Surprisingly, not many people do. Ha!)
4. Watched Heath Ledger: A Hollywood Tragedy on TV Guide Network (forgive me - there was literally nothing else on. Not even a good Food Network show.)
5. Blow-dried and straightened my hair - a HUGE accomplishment for me lately...
6. Went to dinner with Jesse
7. Saw There Will Be Blood (um... review to follow. I can't get into it right now.)

And now I'm pooped. I hadn't really prepared for the onslaught of emotions that are hitting me in my last week here. I feel restless, reclusive, and unable to articulate my feelings. I also feel a bit withdrawn... I don't know. I kind of wish I could crawl in to a cave and hide for a while. Is that normal?