I was feeling really excited this morning about work while at Starbucks, because I really do LOVE to edit/review manuscripts. But then I actually came to the office, and now I feel anxious and sad. Could be because I sent my attempt at an abstract to Krijn and, while I like his version, it looks only vaguely like mine...meaning: I blow chunks. ( Read more... )

I'm going to get a ridiculously late start to the work day, but, in an attempt to get my life under control, this morning I washed the dishes and cleaned the countertops in the kitchen. I also stayed late at the lab last night, counting legs of dead mosquitoes. I don't think I can, in good conscience, go to Sarah's farm-warming party this weekend, ( Read more... )

I'm feeling quite overwhelmed at the moment- I'm supposed to be writing a paper and my house is a mess and I haven't mailed back the shoes that don't fit or done my taxes. I also sent two bills late because I couldn't find stamps and my bangs are all whack. I sent emails to two people who did not replay and, additionally, it's snowing.

My heart hurts a bit, and I feel like a horrible person. Sometimes the sunshine makes it worse: what kind of monster can feel hate and disappointment while the golden light streams down and fluffy clouds float by ( Read more... )

Fervent admirer or creepy stalker? The line between is a thin one.

Hope stretches me tall ( Read more... )

Just was reading something in which someone says "he'll break your heart like Ryan Gosling in Blue Valentine." But Dannise and I thought that Michelle Williams was the one with the problem...He loved her, she didn't love him anymore. Right? Unless they meant how *I*, not Michelle Williams, felt...

Rest in peace, my crazy old lady cat ( Read more... )

Do you ever worry that something has happened to your computer that prevents it from receiving information from without? Sometimes I do...I like to pretend it's more likely than no one talking to me.

I've been told that my friends would stay my friends even if I wasn't so agreeable; if I told them things that were bothering me, or just said more unfiltered things, they wouldn't stop being my friends. I don't quite believe it...I mean, they became my friends under the "don't say anything that might be able to be in any way interpreted as ( Read more... )