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Getting a little bit unstable. You can make fun of me for what I'm about to say next..... I'm not sure if it's just me or the T. When I talked with the social worker at Mazzoni, she warned me that I would feel really great the first week and then slump very quickly until the next injection. Perhaps a sign that I should indeed eventually change from 200mg/mL / 2wk to 100mg/mL / 1wk? To make the interval smaller, etc etc. I mean, I have valid reasons to not be feeling well right now, but whatever.
Instead I've been looking for ways to practice French, plus watching ST: TOS. I found some audio recordings of Ionesco and his friends reading out loud La Lecon and La Cantatrice Chauve. I read the former a few weeks ago, it was great. We read an excerpt from the latter in French class - the scene where they're lamenting the lack of jobs and the economy but they decide to end on a happy note - "Mais il y a du sucre!" (But at least there's sugar!) Started listening to La Lecon, and I've been understanding it pretty well, which is awesome. My audio comprehension really sucks. Unless if it's the French dub of Phantom of the Opera, because I've seen that so many times I could recite it....
I haven't been eating too well, either. Horribly, really. I mean I get very hungry very easily, and I'm used to having three huge meals a day when I can, but I just.... can't get up to make myself food. I don't know if it's that I'm lazy or that it doesn't seem "important" or whatever. I need to change that. Hopefully getting into a daily work schedule will help.
I'm extremely nervous for Tuesday. I haven't started to learn the rap or search the ACLU website yet. Talking to a bajillion people every day about torture? That's..... so unbelievably depressing. Plus, the Summer Institute for the Gifted (SIG) is hiring. I went there one summer. I'd be a great counselor. They provide lodging..... I'm not sure how that would work out with my subletter (or my mother!!!), but it would be a great summer, methinks.
Ugh, this spaghetti really needs sauce, it's so bland. Salt's doing nothing for it. Ok, there's some sauce in the fridge. I don't use much, hopefully they won't mind? And I just put it into the collindar..... I made way too small of a portion for myself. Ugh. I'll see how I'm feeling after I eat this much. Cooking fail.
Instead I've been looking for ways to practice French, plus watching ST: TOS. I found some audio recordings of Ionesco and his friends reading out loud La Lecon and La Cantatrice Chauve. I read the former a few weeks ago, it was great. We read an excerpt from the latter in French class - the scene where they're lamenting the lack of jobs and the economy but they decide to end on a happy note - "Mais il y a du sucre!" (But at least there's sugar!) Started listening to La Lecon, and I've been understanding it pretty well, which is awesome. My audio comprehension really sucks. Unless if it's the French dub of Phantom of the Opera, because I've seen that so many times I could recite it....
I haven't been eating too well, either. Horribly, really. I mean I get very hungry very easily, and I'm used to having three huge meals a day when I can, but I just.... can't get up to make myself food. I don't know if it's that I'm lazy or that it doesn't seem "important" or whatever. I need to change that. Hopefully getting into a daily work schedule will help.
I'm extremely nervous for Tuesday. I haven't started to learn the rap or search the ACLU website yet. Talking to a bajillion people every day about torture? That's..... so unbelievably depressing. Plus, the Summer Institute for the Gifted (SIG) is hiring. I went there one summer. I'd be a great counselor. They provide lodging..... I'm not sure how that would work out with my subletter (or my mother!!!), but it would be a great summer, methinks.
Ugh, this spaghetti really needs sauce, it's so bland. Salt's doing nothing for it. Ok, there's some sauce in the fridge. I don't use much, hopefully they won't mind? And I just put it into the collindar..... I made way too small of a portion for myself. Ugh. I'll see how I'm feeling after I eat this much. Cooking fail.