Loch Ness, Here I Come!

So, I went ahead and booked my half-term break. Fuck the move, I'll survive. I don't want to give up a week's travel time for something that will only take me a few hours.

It should be "well good," to quote my students. Six days of whiskey tasting, castle visiting (and even sleeping in one), mountain climbing, monster watching, and film site viewing (Rob Roy, Braveheart, Highlander and Harry Potter)... I leave in ten days!

I have been having some disturbing dreams lately. Nothing freaky, disturbing because my subconscious is really trying to point some things out to me. Saturday I dreamed that I beat up one of my students. Now, I am not a violent person (I have never punched a person in my life), and while this particular student is really trying to push my buttons I would never hit her. I guess my subconscious is living out it's own fantasies. This morning I dreamt that instead of getting up and hitting snooze in my bedroom here, I was in my bedroom at my parents' house. I woke up this morning feeling very home-sick and on the verge of tears all day. When I was in Charlotte and I wanted a break, I would drive to Tennessee and visit my parents. I am beginning to feel like I need a break, but there's no chance for TN anytime soon. I have to wait for August. In the meantime, my subconscious will just have to keep fantasizing and I will just have to suck-it-up and take my break in Scotland.