The art of being alone.

Every single personality test in the world will tell you that I’m an extrovert.

Lately I haven’t really played the part though.

“Why couldn’t you just go to a bar to watch the Panthers game?” Andy asked me tonight as we chatted about the Panthers nauseating loss to the Seahawks.

(More irritating? The game was blacked out in Boston––for what, I thought, was no good reason. Usually I love some home shopping TV but please don’t try to sell me a pressure cooker instead of showing me the game I need to watch. I digress.)

“Well, I wouldn’t want to go to the bar alone,” I said.

“You could ask someone to go with you. . . ”

Haha, I just laughed and shook my head. In total rare form, I was completely and utterly alone practically all weekend and it was exactly what I wanted.

For the first time. . . in a long time . . .I had an apartment to myself and no commitments for deadlines or people breathing down my neck. It seemed 100 percent appropriate to sleep too late, watch Lifetime movies, cook comfort food, go on some runs and embrace no make-up for almost 48 hours.

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Isn’t Boston just beautiful? This is one of the best parts of this Sunday.

Honestly, it seemed to be the only logical way to spend the last two free days that I’ll likely have for the next 12 days. Starting tomorrow I enter the outer rings of torment . . . All leading up to the summation of all of my graduate thesis work on Tuesday, November 4th. For those of you outside of Bean Town and out of ear distance from all my talk of politics, my thesis is to produce a three-hour live results show chronicling polling updates and coordinating live reporters across the East Coast. To say that it’s an ambitious project is to put it lightly.

Extroverts typically get energy from being around other people and socializing. I completely, entirely do just that. But for this size of project and the amount of focus needed––it seems only reasonable that I took it quiet. I hunkered down. And I feel ready now for the marathon that starts tomorrow at 6:30AM.

Prayers that “The Midterms 2014” goes off without a hitch!

8 Days Until My Thesis is Done….

19 Days Until Katie Visits….

31 Days Until Seattle….

55 Days Until I Move Home….

….Holy Crap….

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