What a week. I'm at work on a Saturday and will likely be at work tomorrow, too, but wanted to take a moment to say 'ello.
First things first, I haven't heard from the Barrister since Monday (e-mail), and I'm not sure what to do with that. Perhaps he's lost interest. Perhaps he's busy. Perhaps a rogue pterydactil flew in through his balcony door and stole him. I'm honestly not sure I give a shit. Who knew? OK, I give a little bit of a shit, but I won't be crushed or anything.
Yesterday I vowed to stay in my office all day and work. I ended up going to lunch with Thesis Director and then after my last class we both ditched work and went to G-vegas book shopping. Nothing like being able to blame not working on a thesis proposal on the actual Thesis Director. I bought Twilight by Stephenie Meyer (Heather's been telling me to read it for ages), a collection of the Emily Strange comics, and The Killers new CD, Sam's Town. I don't love it as much as Hot Fuss, but who does?
15 pounds down on South Beach. Now, if I'd stop eating this strawberry cheesecake shake from Sonic perhaps I'd stay less fat. I'm dangling over a slippery slope...and it tastes like strawberry cheesecake.
OK, must make myself get back to work. I'm going to let the soothing sounds of the elevator going up and down and opening by itself lull me back into a writing-rhythm.