Statistics is over and John’s thesis has been turned in (his defense is Friday evening). I should be able to relax a little now, right? Why don’t I feel relaxed? Relax, dammit!
Okay, yelling may not be the right approach.
Let’s blame it on work and leave it at that. Actually, let’s blame it on getting up at 5 in the morning three days a week to get to work. I can’t handle 5am. 6am is fine. Maybe it’s a mental block, but it’s one I can’t (and don’t want to, to be perfectly frank) get past.
(I have one thing to say to all of you who are just itching to tell me what to do about it: I KNOW. I will do something about it. I have a plan. You don’t have to tell me again. So shush now and let me vent. Thank you for your time.)
In other news, I got to hang out with a most adorable puppy (and Jess and Chuck, but let’s get our priorities straight here). See?
You want one, don’t you? (I do.)