Head in a Vice

School has not been easy. I wish it was. Week of midterms, broken cars and rain. My eyes hurt, in the way they do before you cry. I can't cry but my eyes hold the pain, all the wincing and none of the release.

I'm hoping this feeling goes away. In time, everything does. So tired and bone weary. Sorry to complain (but let me). Thank you.

Highlights of the Weak

So good to see all my high school girlfriends from Queen of Peace. Car broke down on the side of the road about 7 miles from Narrowsburg. I think it may be dead. I'm not. Yet. I think. This week was exhausting. So much school. So much work. But this was fun.

My Brain

I smell smoke. Could it be my head is FINALLY exploding?

No such luck. So much work. Transcribing a 90 minute lecture for a class that demands I transcribe it. This is how I'm spending the last remaining hours of my Sunday. Have an invitation to go do something fun this week and probably won't be able to accept it for all the work I have. Still, grateful for so, so many things.

Gratitude, gratitude. I think I actually just need to get laid.

Bad Girls

I had forgotten how wonderful this book is. Hawthorne's post-modernist heroine could be any woman, the description of Hester Prynne's escape to a small thatched cottage with a view of the ocean, working on her vegetable garden, living independently, a small, rambunctious child in tow. Have to finish it before tomorrow. Enjoying it thoroughly. Then it's on to the Communist Manifesto. Good grief!