Ugh … almost done! Okay, not really. But one can hope, right? Or is the unrealistic optimism making you gag? I have so much to do in the next few days, it’s crazy. My internal clock is way out of whack. For instance, last night I slept almost 16 hours. Woah. I really could’ve used that chunk of time. But whatever. It’s okay. It will all be okay. Repeat: It will all be okay.
I’m also slightly freaking out because the library sent me a notice that a book I had checked out is overdue … even though I am positive I returned it last week. I did finally quit my job, which is kind of sad, but I’m just not going to have the time for it anymore. And what else? Oh, I’ve lost another few pounds, meaning that I am now approximately 20 pounds under my college weight. Whups. I’ll probably gain it back during the holidays though, so I guess it’s okay.
And hey, New York is pretty in the early morning. You know, in that rare space of time when there are no rats or people.