All Aboard, Next Stop Writers Block

Seriously.

Nothing like two weeks off and mind-numbing boredom to seize up all brain function.

The holidays have now come and gone, and its no great miracle that we've survived another year of fatty foods, teeth-rotting sweets, and our families. Some of us, perhaps myself, found refuge in the sweet loving embrace of food to coupe with the joys of returning home like some holy pilgrimage that must be conducted every year.

If only I spent my time wisely; reading, studying, planning for my future. nay, I spent my days stretched out in bed sleeping in, staying up late watching movies, and planning events and happenings with friends we both know will never happen.

But with all that said and done it's good to get away sometimes. Good to remove yourself from your passion for a very short time to recharge and renew. The problem is, it never gets away from us.

You find yourself drifting off in daydreams of dishes yet made, dinner services yet befuddled, and Chefs yet to scream and throw pans. Its kind of like, oh I don't know, "The Night Before Christmas" only, its not Christmas, and its not sugar plums dancing in my head but Chervil, Sauce Anglaise, Beef Top-Round, and other classic preparations.

But as always, all great things must end. Not that I'm complaining. Dare I say that I was almost over-joyed to be returning to school. Ok, maybe not over-joyed, but lets face it doing nothing for two weeks is pretty damn boring.

Now the final clock is ticking. Six weeks remain between me and educational freedom. The days are long and hard, Nights are even longer, spent running from Pre-Grad party to Pre-Grad-Drink-Till-You-Speak-In-Tongues-Party all the while wondering...

What in gods name am I going to do when I'm out of here?!