I stayed up way too late last night pretending to be an evil computer, after
a long, hard week, and I don't even have any assignments yet.
Between the low-grade sinus infection and the changes to my vitamin schedule, I'm not really sleeping well.
I might do a mediator certification course this summer. I'm also applying to this totally sweet speechwriter position, because my department advisor
insisted that I be forwarded the opportunity. I definitely wouldn't have seen it otherwise.
I don't think I'll get it (I just--don't have
the experience they're wanting/needing) but the fact that my guiding professor/THE HEAD OF THE FUCKING DEPARTMENT personally recommended
a sweet, srsbns college job opp to me is both
b) TERRIFYING. WHAT AM ADULTHOOD. HOW DO I SHOT WORDS.
These people want me in their Rolodex, trollolololo.
I am sort of taken aback by his clear, obvs belief in my actual writing skills. Like to the point that I could use them for a job
. A REAL JOB THAT PAYS REAL, GROWNUP MONEY.
I have nine presentations, four papers, one research proposal and a TEAM EXPERIMENT to conduct in the next twelve weeks. I also have a constantly-on-the-threshold-of-maybe-
being-a-conference-paper to, y'know, actually write.
The AIs are going to overtake the entire station and it is going to be glorious
I've started actually using my gym membership, because like hell am I going to meet the king of the silver foxes looking like this.
I pulled that goddamn tendon in my leg. It's never been the same since I did that awesome sliding faceplant down the side of a volcano about six years back.
It feels like someone took a shard of glass, and instead of cutting me with it, they sometimes poke the bottom of my foot really fucking hard
and scrape and scrape until they almost get blood. Then they stop and repeat when I least expect it.
God, I can tell I'm not twenty anymore. Ow. :D
I've gone back to biting my nails. In other news: snow in New England; war in the Middle East.