News items; some unrelated
I am back in Portland, with a shot of loneliness to keep me company.
People are booking their visits. That's a nice thing, and makes me feel better even as I wonder what effect it will have on my schoolwork.
I think that it is impossible that I will finish my thesis.
I really must get to bed at a normal-human hour tonight. My sleep cycle is beyond fucked.
I am still trying to figure out if Gwyneth Paltrow was mispronouncing Anthony Hopkins's name in her Golden Globes presentation speech last night (she said it with a hard T).
I no longer throw away clothes or sell them; I just tuck them away, mentally earmarking them for thrift store stock.
I feel kind of like a grown-up, but also kind of like I am resisting being a grown-up with every flowered underwear-wearing strange hour-sleeping fiber of my being.
People are booking their visits. That's a nice thing, and makes me feel better even as I wonder what effect it will have on my schoolwork.
I think that it is impossible that I will finish my thesis.
I really must get to bed at a normal-human hour tonight. My sleep cycle is beyond fucked.
I am still trying to figure out if Gwyneth Paltrow was mispronouncing Anthony Hopkins's name in her Golden Globes presentation speech last night (she said it with a hard T).
I no longer throw away clothes or sell them; I just tuck them away, mentally earmarking them for thrift store stock.
I feel kind of like a grown-up, but also kind of like I am resisting being a grown-up with every flowered underwear-wearing strange hour-sleeping fiber of my being.