gray linoleum

It has been kind of a dismal day.

It has been rainy and cloudy and coldish. Things that, with the companionship of Clad, or perhaps a bunch of girlfriends, are fun and cozy, but which alone are rather, well, lonely. I haven't been doing well in school, owing to a crippling inability to study (I still haven't figured it out). I still feel fat, and I'm not always grateful for that. I miss that guy I'm in love with. I'm out of shape. I'm alone and bored with life. Everything feels kind of like gray linoleum.

But then, I'm sitting on gray linoleum. I've just eaten tuna in corn tortillas with cucumber, which is strangely very good. I had a meeting with Dr. Bushes, who is always supportive and telling me how great I am, even though he's a genius and my meager efforts are unimpressive at best.

I guess what I'm trying to say is, maybe gray linoleum isn't so bad after all. But let's be honest, who loves gray linoleum?

Love,

Lizzy ;)

PS-Happy fall :)

paper.

So guys. I am for realsies writing this paper for publication.

How on the friggin earth did I get myself into this?

Right now I am sitting in a windowless lab...wait, I lied. There's a window. It's right in front of my face. Haang on, that's impossible. We're in a basement and there is an office on the side of that wall the window is on.

....

You guys. The window is actually a mirror. They stuck a mirror in the wall and made it look exactly like a window and then they actually hung up sad, beige "curtains" that look suspiciously like berber carpet.

They actually built a completely implausible fake window in here.

Who am I, and why am I unable to just not either attempt to overachieve or stop caring about everything entirely? I guess I can cut myself some slack. Some of my reasoning for staying ridiculously busy is because I desperately miss Clad. Let's be honest, it's kind of sucky when half your life goes to Japan.

Almost as sucky as fake and stupidly placed mirror/windows.

On to the figures section...

Love,

Lizzy ;)