My main project these days is an animated Munk cartoon. With T-Day bringing me away from my desk for a while, I had to put the project on hold, but hopefully I'll get the fight scene animated before Monday. It's good to make imaginary deadlines, especially with all the time in the world. Anyway, it's a labor of love. Stay tuned.
The family is doing good. While Dallas and Green Bay won their respective football games, we ate the most delicious turkey ever baked by human hands. The weather was gloomy but we didn't mind. Mom's little house on the hillside stayed warm and jovial, despite one fight between the dogs and the unfortunate defeat of the Niners in Baltimore. My sister taught me a new word: Churlish, rude.
Jenny and I are still split by an ocean, but connected more than ever. We've really done something wonderful by branching out into the world at such a peak in our relationship, enthralled now by our potential to keep traveling and loving and teaching and experiencing. She bought a two-week vacation in Istanbul come April, which means we have a date, and I received official acceptance confirmation from Bogazici University. Next: the orientation next Friday and continuing effort to get good grades. That whole plan is coming together smoothly. I can't wait to be in the same room as my girlfriend again. It's been almost two months since she left. It'll be seven months by the time we meet in Turkey and two months past our one-year. I'll also be 25 years old by then.
It was nice to see Sean again when he came up from San Diego for the holiday. We had beer at DeVere's with Lane, then met up with him again that night for the unofficial high school reunion in Auburn at Pistol Pete's. I feel bad because I ditched the scene. I expected something else, I guess. Also went into the night with unusually low self-esteem, which didn't help motivate me to mingle with my fellow Placer brethren. It was cool to see the Zobels again. Otherwise, I really just wanted our group to leave and hang out in someone's living room instead, since I don't like overly-crowded bars or yelling just to be heard. Anyway, sorry I ditched you, Sean.
This weekend I've got some homework to do, so I better get started now.
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