I’m in a terrible funk. It’s something vicious, and I can’t seem to get rid of it. Bf is graduating soon. April 25th for the dissertation date. I have so much going on all at once, it’s scary knowing that this is coming up to. I have to find a place to live for next year, I have to start studying for my exam, help him, help me, and do research. I have a presentation due tomorrow that my advisor so gracefully put on my desk with massive corrections…
…this morning. It’s aggravating too because I know he’s busy just like I am, but I want to do well in this class that they asked me (they being my committee) to take. So, with that and me and my bf’s infamous “talk” from last night…I’m spent.
I have to go look at an apartment tomorrow…don’t know where it is, because the landlord hasn’t told me yet, she’s calling me today. Have to make more freaking doctors appointments. God bless doctors, they think lawyers are the liars. “Oh it shouldn’t take any time to get your hormone regulated.” My ass.
I’m tired, cranky…and the only good news is that it looks like my parents might be rescusing a dog. This could be a good or a bad thing. More poodle than lab, great…I can live with it, more lab than poodle…I’m done for.
Funkalicious today folks. So, if you don’t like it…go screw yourself.