I’m sick of my thesis. There its out in the open. I’m sick of it, I never want to look at it again. Unfortunately that can’t happen for at least another month, until then I can complain bitterly about it. Or not. I just see the same words over and over and over again. It begins to infiltrate my dreams and then people wonder why my insomnia is back. Surprise surprise.
At least I’ve gotten some seasonal work. Make some money, the time will pass and hopefully a job will be waiting on the horizon somewhere. It would be nice, to get into the real world for a change.
J and H have both returned to their respective homes and H is off on her next adventure, grad school! Now at least I can have some to commiserate with, well for the next month.
October 19th, you cannot come fast enough.
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