Pulling through, I think.
Still pretty depressed from the death of my dog. I'm ok as long as I don't have to talk about it, which of course I do because he had lots of friends who have the right to know. What can I say? My poochy was a popular fellow! But still, it's pretty hard. And I'm trying too to actually let myself miss him and grieve for him but still stay functional, rather than just shut it away as I was starting to do. But that's really hard to do. In a way it was fortuitous that it happened right in the middle of my Reading Week, as I had four days to deal with it and recover before hitting classes again. But on the other hand, I feel like I need my break now because, A, I didn't really get a chance to enjoy it, and B, I didn't exactly get much work done either so now I'm rather behind. I had hoped to get caught up over Reading Week, but needless to say that didn't happen. It was just too stressful. So now I've really got to dig in and get caught up.
Thankfully I've got Phantom in two days, which should be awesome! Though I have to admit that my pooch's death has even put something of a damper on that. I'm still going to try to enjoy it, but somehow I suspect that, for the first time in a long time, I may not go completely euphoric. Partly because it doesn't quite seem appropriate to do so just one week after loosing him, and partly because I'm just not sure I'm even capable of it right now. I know I'll at least enjoy it though, partly because, as odd as this might sound, I think my pooch would have wanted me to, and B, because I don't want to totally dampen the evening for the girl I'm going with. I know she'll understand my being somewhat down. But it's her first time seeing it live, and I certainly wouldn't want to wreck it for her by being all miserable. Believe it or not, earlier in the week I even thought about not going if we ended up having to put him down; I was feeling that miserable about it. At least I take some comfort in knowing that I did the right, and only possible, thing for him given his condition. It's a somewhat small comfort though.
Thankfully I've got Phantom in two days, which should be awesome! Though I have to admit that my pooch's death has even put something of a damper on that. I'm still going to try to enjoy it, but somehow I suspect that, for the first time in a long time, I may not go completely euphoric. Partly because it doesn't quite seem appropriate to do so just one week after loosing him, and partly because I'm just not sure I'm even capable of it right now. I know I'll at least enjoy it though, partly because, as odd as this might sound, I think my pooch would have wanted me to, and B, because I don't want to totally dampen the evening for the girl I'm going with. I know she'll understand my being somewhat down. But it's her first time seeing it live, and I certainly wouldn't want to wreck it for her by being all miserable. Believe it or not, earlier in the week I even thought about not going if we ended up having to put him down; I was feeling that miserable about it. At least I take some comfort in knowing that I did the right, and only possible, thing for him given his condition. It's a somewhat small comfort though.