| I'm afraid for myself and the next month. I've been spending way too much time crying in libraries and on buses. I don't even care if people see me anymore... which is kind of... I don't know.
This is going to be really hard, and the right way to handle it is to tell myself I can do it, but it's so much easier to tell myself I can't. At least I have practice at that one.
Word?
vulpine
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| How many times can I really screw myself over in one semester?
at least four and counting.
I love Napoleon so much... I feel awful for not coming home last night because when I finally got here this evening he didn't have any food or water. Any. How could I have not noticed that? I guess that's what happens when you're doing stuff and sleeping for two whole days, not paying attention to your pet the way you should be. He's such an important part of my life, too. Being able to come home and have him run around and sit on my feet and climb on me and give me weird, whiskery rat kisses is such a wonderful thing to have. I used to think people who let their pets lick their mouths were really weird, but somehow I no longer mind. It's just when he does it while I'm trying to sleep that it becomes an issue.
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| You live a new life for every new language you speak. -Czech proverb |
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"Oil was not only a cheap and simple fix but, like the whale, extraordinarily versatile. It could be used as lamp oil, a lubricant, and as a fuel for automobiles and home heating; it could be made into plastic and even nylon stockings. The new oil industry also provided lots of jobs for unemployed whalers and, as a bonus, functioned as the original Endangered Species Act, saving the whale from near-certain extinction."
Word of the day (for once the actual word of the day)
spurtle
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