Hume

was fantastic.  It's such a great place to be, as far as getting away from the world, and they're so focused and so enthusiastic about getting people more in love with God - I love it there.

I survived the whole weekend too!  I had a long nap Saturday afternoon, which was probably the best thing I could have done for myself.  I was pretty out of it most of Sunday though; my body only seemed to perk up with little fits and starts of adrenaline, where one moment I could hop out of the van and run around, and the next I could barely lift my head from my pillow against the window.  If there was a single bad bit to the weekend, it was the awkwardness of how visible my disease was - how tired and unsociable it can make me, and how many times I wondered if people believed me when I said I couldn't keep going, or if they thought I was just begging for attention.

And I'm really glad I went.  The sermons, if nothing else (and they were plenty else) were encouraging, and the seminar was so practical for me: it dealt with the common assertion that Jesus never claimed to be God (which He clearly does) and how to refute that.  I'm really glad I got to spend time with my college group, who are really the only people I ever hang out with outside of classes and the occasional weekend my high school friends are home.  And they're all such cool and interesting people, and so easy to get along with.  Maybe that was because it was only a short trip - only two and half days!  It's worth the drive up and the two and a half days just to see the scenery around Hume.  I didn't take many pictures this time, but it was just too pretty to spoil with a camera; I just wanted to soak it all in.

I managed to spend all the money I took with me that weekend (oops!), and I've accumulated quite the collection of bruises (the over-tired double-oops!), and I've spent the past couple of days doing as little as I can get away with to let my body recover (my body which was already running on steam by the time the weekend came, having just completed midterms).  I don't think spring break could have come at a better time.

I think I've committed the heinous crime of changing tenses during the middle of a single piece of writing, but I'm going to leave it now, and just stop writing instead.