STRESS
yesterday: adviser and I found out that after this year I can no longer apply for a NSF pre-doctoral fellowship, which means that I should apply either right now or never; consequently, much agonizing on whether I should cobble together a proposal at the last minute, terminating in a literal nightmare; anxiety's even higher than I thought, seeing as I haven't had nightmares regarding academia before. today: 8am start, 5pm end; worked on personal statement, shot off a barrage of e-mails that were each about 500 words long. tomorrow: re-taking the bio GRE in the morning, then modeling (lolwtf?) for Cat's fashion-photographer friend in the afternoon and attending a friend's art exhibition opening in the evening. Sunday: rescuing some fish and cleaning out the pond.
Cat is so sweet! she knocked on my door and asked if I wanted a fish-ball. no, but I need a pencil for tomorrow, I responded. so she went away and then came back with both pencils and fish-balls. made my day.
... BUT I JUST SPOTTED A MOUSE SCRAMBLING ABOUT IN MY ROOM, brbrbrbrbrbb
Cat is so sweet! she knocked on my door and asked if I wanted a fish-ball. no, but I need a pencil for tomorrow, I responded. so she went away and then came back with both pencils and fish-balls. made my day.
... BUT I JUST SPOTTED A MOUSE SCRAMBLING ABOUT IN MY ROOM, brbrbrbrbrbb