I should not be here.

I should be in a jet somewhere above the prairies, cursing the bad food, and trying to wrap my mind around the idea that classes start tommorrow.

Classes start tommorrow, and I will not be there, due to what an Air Canada rep called, "An act of God."

I said my goodbyes last night. I hate saying goodbye, but these goodbyes felt okay. I don't want to do it all over again on Monday night.

No one will want to party Monday night, hell, I don't want to party Monday night.

I would love to stay if it were still Christmas break, but it is definately over now, and I want to get out of here!

Damn snowstorm!