Oh God, today feels hopeless. Stupid fucking hormones and minor disappointments. Can someone please mail me some cake?

I always tend to think about New Year's resolutions after the fact.  The year in retrospect, aside from a lot of good moments and good people,  feels like its predominantly been overshadowed by the stress of trying to figure out what I'm doing with my life and what direction I'll end up going in; the cycle of guilt at lack of productivity leading ( Read more... )

1. The guy behind me in the computer lab who sounds like he's hacking up a lung. Go outside and cough there, somewhere far away from me.  And I don't care if he can read this over my shoulder. That's right. Outside. Now, please.
2. The state, or non-state of my PhD. I  think I am failing in every possible way. This could be remedied if I wrote ( Read more... )

I am full of rage. Rage, I tell you. Spitting forth both venom and spleen. On the day that I graduate, I shall tell the entire university registry office my precise opinion of their collective mental capabilities. Of course, they tend to screw up my funding every year around this time, so I should expect that, but once, just once, I would like a ( Read more... )

Note to Self: Do not attempt to talk to parents about budgets when PMS is imminent. They will tell you that you can't afford to buy them Christmas presents, and then you will feel like the Shittiest Person in the World. Ever. Currently attempting to force down the misery by thinking about how I can channel it into the bit with the dog in the ( Read more... )

...Thank God, in another couple of hours it'll be over.

Two minor woes and one rather puzzling, and much more major, one.

#1:  I think I have a cavity. My dentist resides on another continent. There's something wrong with this situation.

#2: I've been suckered into helping at the University MA open day, representing "this university and my department ( Read more... )

 I need to put my life in order. On some level I'm happy and I'm certainly aware that I'm in an extremely privileged position. And on some other level I just want to stay in bed all day and cry. Which is ridiculous and irritating and irrational because all of my stress comes from my own faults. What is wrong with me?