Final hours

As our final days o' fun are winding down, I'm not sure what to do with myself.

I have an Ireland scrapbook - two years in limbo - finally started - okay, so I've got the first page done. The first five pictures out of hundreds slapped on a page with cool paper and markers and stickers.

I have one book down and three to go with only five days left of my vacation - only a couple more here in R-town.

The books and the scrapbook have no hope of getting done. I just can't do it.

The truth is, I have been having too much fun.

It's true. Write it down in the record books. I've been having fun with my family. (I feel like this is a confession of sorts.)

But I've reached my limit. I've gained six pounds in three weeks (oh, the decadent food we've eaten!) and I've played Cranium about seven or eight times, along with many, many other games.

We've even had a couple cousins nights gaming. Super duper fun.

Now I need to retreat into a hole, eating only lettuce and fruit, and come out in a few months. Well, a hole with a treadmill or mile-long track.

I need to start running again - thanks to my new Brooks kicks (best running shoes in the world) - and I can't wait to see my dear roommates. It's been too long.

By the way, did anyone catch that American Idol starts up again on Jan. 17th, as does Gilmore Girls and LOST. Boy, am I excited for this semester!