Home (cough) Again

Yes I am home. And I am sick.

Spent the weekend in Salt Lake City. Family, Food, Mary, U2, concert, a mad rush to finish those last two papers. I'm not complaining. I'm just glad I missed out on the whole transit strike.

And now this whole semester has come crashing down on my head in the form of a chest cold.I blame the million and one screaming snot-nosed babies on my flight into Chicago. Still better to be sick at home than sick in New York. And it's finally ending. I think I'll go ahead and sleep through Christmas and my birthday right into the New Year. Except for the six hours I'm going to be out partying with this crazy bitch.

Progress Report

Done: 1 paper & 2 apps

To do: 2 papers (~30 pages) & 6 apps.

I've reached the Zen equivalent of absolute misery.

'Tis the Season to Feel Nauseous

Holy crap! Is it December?

School has a way of taking over. Right now I'm supposed to be busy but I'm caught in that inertia panic mode where I have so much work that I can't do anything except futz around on the internet.

October and November melted away into a muddle of presentations, tests, and application hurdles. Just have to push through. 8 applications. 3 papers, 2 plane trips, 1 concert, and a partridge in a pear tree.

I've been meaning to blog about a couple of things, but writing right now is hard. Writing about New York is especially hard. I'm in this bubble of uncertainty until I find out if I'm getting into grad school. It makes one not want to look to closely at the future. A future in which I will be 27 years old, unemployed, and 80 grand in debt. I'm pretty confident. But I'm also not finished.

Off to work I go.