It's only Monday, but I feel like I'm ready for another weekend. I'm exhausted. After getting stuck in traffic at 4 p.m. and inching home through a wintry mix of sleet, snow, and rain, I saw my bed and crashed. Napped for an hour. Now I'm dazed and totally unrefreshed.
Next time we move, I am living within walking distance of my workplace. End of story. I'm over commuting.
Things have been stressful at school. There's a lot going on in our labs, and people seem a bit on edge. I've been thinking more about my job search, which will start later this year oh.my.god. It's totally overwhelming. Grad school is going by so incredibly quickly and soon I'll be out there, outside of the little think tank cocoon I've been in for the past three years. Sometimes I feel like I don't really know what I'm doing. I suppose that's normal... Fake it 'til you make it and all.
I'm a little worried that I'm slightly anemic, despite my efforts to eat leafy greens and fortified cereals.
I'm a little worried that the dreary weather is getting to me.
I'm a little worried that I'm biting off more than I can chew.
And I really wish I could go back to the beach right now.