Sunday, October 15, 2017

Serious questions

I just can't carry on, baby
Every task seems like an ordeal
The getting out of bed
The drinking the coffee
The walking to work

How does one
Get out of the bed?
Drink the coffee?
Walk to the work?

Friday, September 22, 2017

Cheesy Notes to Myself - Day # 8

9:18 AM: Stun yourself by finishing Discussions, Chapter 3. You pretty little thing.
Failed, and unapolegetically. Drank to my failure. And how.

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Cheesy Notes to Myself - Day # 7

00:30 AM: Look pretty today. My girl.
9:20 AM (next day): Nailed it. Got hit on by an old man in a jazz concert ;)

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Cheesy Notes to Myself - Day # 6

00:00 AM: Finish Intro, Chapter 3. Or don't. I would love you either way.
11:45 PM: Finished Into, Chapter 3, mathafucka!!!

Monday, September 18, 2017

Cheesy Notes to Myself - Day #5

11:41 PM: Attempt to finish Intro, Chapter 3, unless, of course, you have menstrual cramps, in which case, take breaks to cry sometimes. It is okay. I call it Sloppy Craftsmanship, too.
11:56 PM: Attempted, but failed. Despite zero menstrual cramps. 

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Cheesy Notes to Myself - Day #4

00:05 AM: Just have a day. Wake up, feed yourself, speak to a human being, watch Rick and Morty, stay alive.
11.41 PM: Stayed alive.

Saturday, September 16, 2017

Cheesy Notes to Myself - Day#3

00:25 AM: Really finish Results, Chapter 3. Because, pretty, please.
11:55 PM: Finished my 2nd terrible draft of Results, Chapter 3. Need feedback. Also need my sanity back. Binge-watched Rick and Morty. That helped.

Friday, September 15, 2017

Cheesy Notes to Myself - Day #2

00:05 AM: Finish Results part of thesis, Chapter 3. Because you are awesome.
11:58 PM: Finished my first terrible draft of Results, Chapter 3. It reads like a 6th-grader's weekend assignment.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Cheesy Notes to Myself - Day #1

00:15 AM: Find a way to be happy today.
11:55 PM: Found a way to be not miserable today.


Sunday, August 13, 2017

I am not a strong woman

I am not a strong woman. I was a woman with a source of strength: my dad. My dad is dead. 

Sunday, June 04, 2017

I don't have any money

It occured to me that I am running out of money. Like, in a really scary way.