Something Else

I'm going to go out with my camera tomorrow.  I'm not sure where.  Somewhere that's not here.  Somewhere that's not school.  Somewhere...else.

I'm trying to recover.  I had left-over pizza and a very vintage Dr. Who episode, "The Deadly Assassin", to go with it.  Now, TCM has Casablanca on.  Next, they're showing Notorious.  It's a night designed to soothe. 

I wish it would take.  Instead, I just feel as though someone has gone over and over my nerves with a file.  I suppose it's just change.  Change or the fact that at every moment of the past week, there has been somebody in my room who needed me for something.  I love those people, wanted to see some of them very, very much, but because of my natural introverted wiring, I now feel so overly-sensitive inside that I  feel twitchy.  I don't understand why I get that way, but when I am constantly surrounded with no down time, it happens. 

I need to go back to the school tomorrow, but I don't know that I can stand it.  The big stuff is all in place for Monday, and maybe I can get the details in order for the rest of the week on Monday itself.  I really and truly need a day just to take my camera and be anonymous somewhere.