Favorite shade of blue
It was misty and raining when I drove down the mountain to work this morning. Peak foliage is over, but there were smatterings of wet yellow and orange leaves clinging on. It's been a long time since I've updated. It's been a long time since I've really written anything.
I've been feeling kind of driftless and sad lately. I need to seriously start on my grad school applications. I need to get over my fear of asking former professors to give me recommendations. I'm running short on self-confidence. I'm feeling wistful for a version of myself that was more motivated and less dissatisfied with her environment and life.
A week or so ago I got a mysterious, but pretty-looking, package from Bristol, England. Upon opening it, I realized that it happened to come from someone I tried to penpal with about 2 years ago. Funnily enough she sent me a copy of Bansky's Banging Your Head Against A Brick Wall; I actually have his other book, Existencilism.
Work is pretty much the same as ever. I'm getting more hours, which is good, because I need the money. I've been having pretty bad back and leg pain, which has me tired, cranky, and dejected. I've been missing taking walks through the woods, and well sleeping through the night without being woken up by pain. I should probably go to the doctor. I have no health insurance. I've been told at work that they are considering me for a full-time position, which would include benefits. I've little hope of it actually coming to fruition, but my fingers are crossed.
Happy Dia de los Muertos.
I've been feeling kind of driftless and sad lately. I need to seriously start on my grad school applications. I need to get over my fear of asking former professors to give me recommendations. I'm running short on self-confidence. I'm feeling wistful for a version of myself that was more motivated and less dissatisfied with her environment and life.
A week or so ago I got a mysterious, but pretty-looking, package from Bristol, England. Upon opening it, I realized that it happened to come from someone I tried to penpal with about 2 years ago. Funnily enough she sent me a copy of Bansky's Banging Your Head Against A Brick Wall; I actually have his other book, Existencilism.
Work is pretty much the same as ever. I'm getting more hours, which is good, because I need the money. I've been having pretty bad back and leg pain, which has me tired, cranky, and dejected. I've been missing taking walks through the woods, and well sleeping through the night without being woken up by pain. I should probably go to the doctor. I have no health insurance. I've been told at work that they are considering me for a full-time position, which would include benefits. I've little hope of it actually coming to fruition, but my fingers are crossed.
Happy Dia de los Muertos.