I must say it feels so wonderful to simply be still tonight, a glass of pinot grigio at my side and my textbooks nowhere within view. I'm quite thankful for this short reprieve as it all resumes tomorrow. I used four hours of paid vacation today and left the office at 12:30. My afternoon consisted of grocery shopping and some minor cleaning ( Read more... )

The caffeinated euphoria I felt earlier is waning precipitously, and I feel just as lethargic as I did this afternoon. The pre-class Mountain Dew helped me quite a bit, though. I know it's gotten a lot of hype over the years, but it is all very deserved. Yet all the stimulants in the universe cannot rescue me from my recent bouts of dullness ( Read more... )

There is something about listening to Tori Amos on a clear, cold night that leaves me so comforted. In particular, the album "Little Earthquakes". Sharp, white plumes of breath hitting the bone-dry air, my heart stumbling over shards of moon and sinking stars ( Read more... )

This morning I woke to a world laden with frost and an opaque, pearly fog. How lovely it sat on the tops of our autumn trees - how ignorant they are of their sad fate.

I used some vacation time today as I had my appointment with Dr. Mostow at 11:45, and I wanted to study more for Thursday's exam. I lingered in bed until a bit after eight and then made some coffee, my focus ragged and elsewhere. I did do some note-taking before heading up to Akron, though. I also put our pumpkins outside in the cool autumn sun ( Read more... )

Sean and I went on a neat little hike late Saturday afternoon on the Ledges trail at Virginia Kendall State Park. Strangely enough, I had never been there before, but I enjoyed it so much that I hope to go with him again while the foliage is still bright & awake with color. Below is a photograph I took of some moss on a part of Ice Box Cave. ( Read more... )

Oh, beloved Friday morning. Why is it that I tend to feel so much more ambitious and at the ready when the work week is nearing its conclusion? I feel this dramatic urge to tie up every loose end I have and strut about so assuredly, feeling accomplished and quite optimistic of my little career. But, I realize that once Monday comes around again ( Read more... )

So, as the previous post drunkenly declared, I had a birthday this past week - my thirtieth. While it wasn't the festive, epic event I sort of imagined it would be, it was wonderful still (barring my lapse into a vague little depression these past few days). On Saturday morning I woke up and read in bed next to Sean, and after some coffee & toast ( Read more... )

happy birthday. i am drunk.

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Just thought I should note that I wrote the subject of this journal entry about thirty seconds ago. It is far too sophisticated and thoughtful to come out of the other night.

I have had such a fucking frustrating week, though it all seems quite blurry now. One of my colleagues has been out on vacation, so I was relegated to assuming accounts receivable duties. I am more than accepting of these responsibles, but my propensity to be a perfectionist gets me a bit stressed out. I also fear that my work will not meet her ( Read more... )