mintcar

Egad. I can't believe what a slump I'm in. I feel like a dismal fog has filled my brain, and I can't escape it! I told K last night that I can be very melodramatic, but I dont think it's by choice sometimes. Sometimes, I feel like I'm taking the wrong kinds of medicines, and I'm actually going crazier, and not becoming more sane. Whatever sane constitutes (I guess it means not sad). Well, at last, I am very glad the 170A paper was done with (though I didn't proofread it--DOH!) ... but now I have these three disgusting projects coming up that are all due before Thanksgiving, which is less than a week away now. I sometimes wake up and wish I were in a France going to a culinary academy or something. I'm sure you've had days like this, too...

gripe gripe gripe.

on another note, I get a profound delight when I lay in my bed amidst my pillows, staring at the mobile that dangles from the fire extinguisher spout in the middle of my ceiling; it quivers so slightly, but it's always moving. It never stops, and from my bed, I can also see what it looks like at a different angle from the mirror on my southern wall. Ah sweet mobile. Sweet mobile of endless pleasure.