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this morning I was too afraid to leave my bed, but Ethan woke up and brought me klonopin and coaxed me out of it, we got coffee and bagels and I attended my advisor’s lecture for the class I am TAing. We cleaned our lab and found out only one of the computers works, so I still do not have an office/workspace which is really, really annoying. But I guess it also means I can have an excuse to hide for a couple more days.
tomorrow i have class or am teaching from 9:00am to 4:20pm. i am not going to be a fan of tuesdays. :(
i like that you leave out the part where I was supposed to make this soup like a week ago and am only now doing so at 11pm :P
but u started making it w/out prompting from me, so you still win! <3
but i will say that ethan is some sort of deity because im currently playing pokemon in bed as an effort to ignore my responsibilities & he’s making asparagus soup for me to eat the next two days since he will be down in bloomington for work. i am very lucky to live with a chef of such caliber.
the semester starts tomorrow & i’m scared. so scared. TERRIFIED. i’m having rolling panic attacks about it. even though tomorrow i literally just have to help clean out our lab so the four of us can have desk space since our grad office is still under construction???? and try to set up therapy, probably. and edit this lab to upload to blackboard. ugh.
A thing that Green Day and Henry Rollins (and most white punk guys tbh) share is that they never emotionally matured past like age 18 because they were in an environment that rewarded their immature but passionate anger and negativity, so now you’ve got a whole generation of 40 year old white punks who are just embarrassments in everything they do
essentially, i do most of my anxiety-inducing shit to myself (via OCD & generalized anxiety, probably). my advisor is very awesome and is fine that i haven’t come into campus yet and even offered not to meet with me until the 2nd week of the semester so i can get more of my shit together. he also said the lab i made looks great.
how do i exist, & why do i think everything i create is garbage
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