A little fall of... sun?
Well, actually, it's not sunny outside today. It was pretty warm this morning, but I swear it got colder.
Today started out ok. I got a good parking spot. That's good right? Of course I got the parking spot at 8:30 in the morning, so it means I've been at the office all day working on the homework I screwed up last night. Fortunately, I've re-done the entire thing and finished it with time to spare.
Additionally, I spoke with the graduate coordinator and I have my funding back for next semester (praise jeebus). This means that I will not have to lose 20 pounds and strip my way through the rest of grad school (sorry to dissappoint).
The unfortunate thing is that life has improved a bit, which makes me hesitant to come clean to the muse. It was an easier thing to consider doing when all the shit was hitting the fan, why not throw the rest of it in there too? But now, things are looking upper, and I may have lost my nerve.
Looking up again, someone is trying to set me up on a date. The funniest thing is that the person he's trying to set me up with is ginormously tall, and I'm pretty short. Hahaha. If the date actually happens, no matter how it goes, I'm totally going to need a picture. I think it'll just be nice to get out and "play the field." It's been hard to do, since there's nobody on it.
I think I might be getting a little sick. I was sick for a couple days in Florida with a sore throat and a cold. Now I'm back and the professor I work for is sick and I have that taste in my mouth, the one that says "Hi, your sinuses are about to rebel against your immune system." Probably it doesn't help that I'm not sleeping much. I can't. I can't fall asleep (unless of course I have work to do) and I'm up with the sun, which these days is about 6 or 7 am. It is not conducive to a good night's sleep.
I feel bad cause they won't give Stephanie funding cause she needs a bit less credits than I do. It's like survivors guilt. It's not my fault that they made the policy, or that I have, in the end, escaped its wrath, but I still feel bad.
I have not written any new poems today, but I still have one 2.5 hour class to go, so I guess we'll see. I really need to stop writing shitty poems. Either I need to grow some talent or decide that I don't want what I want, therefore putting an end to poetic retardedness.
Today started out ok. I got a good parking spot. That's good right? Of course I got the parking spot at 8:30 in the morning, so it means I've been at the office all day working on the homework I screwed up last night. Fortunately, I've re-done the entire thing and finished it with time to spare.
Additionally, I spoke with the graduate coordinator and I have my funding back for next semester (praise jeebus). This means that I will not have to lose 20 pounds and strip my way through the rest of grad school (sorry to dissappoint).
The unfortunate thing is that life has improved a bit, which makes me hesitant to come clean to the muse. It was an easier thing to consider doing when all the shit was hitting the fan, why not throw the rest of it in there too? But now, things are looking upper, and I may have lost my nerve.
Looking up again, someone is trying to set me up on a date. The funniest thing is that the person he's trying to set me up with is ginormously tall, and I'm pretty short. Hahaha. If the date actually happens, no matter how it goes, I'm totally going to need a picture. I think it'll just be nice to get out and "play the field." It's been hard to do, since there's nobody on it.
I think I might be getting a little sick. I was sick for a couple days in Florida with a sore throat and a cold. Now I'm back and the professor I work for is sick and I have that taste in my mouth, the one that says "Hi, your sinuses are about to rebel against your immune system." Probably it doesn't help that I'm not sleeping much. I can't. I can't fall asleep (unless of course I have work to do) and I'm up with the sun, which these days is about 6 or 7 am. It is not conducive to a good night's sleep.
I feel bad cause they won't give Stephanie funding cause she needs a bit less credits than I do. It's like survivors guilt. It's not my fault that they made the policy, or that I have, in the end, escaped its wrath, but I still feel bad.
I have not written any new poems today, but I still have one 2.5 hour class to go, so I guess we'll see. I really need to stop writing shitty poems. Either I need to grow some talent or decide that I don't want what I want, therefore putting an end to poetic retardedness.