What Really Matters

Holy Hell, what a sad week. I can't go into detail here, but this is an appropriate climax to the craziest 3 month period of my life. Fantastic highs, and terrifying lows (event-wise). Surprisingly, things internally have been fairly stable. Thank you fish oil and amino acids, you are mind-savers.

This feels like a tv show. I can't believe this is happening. I'm looking forward to camping this weekend, and washing all these heavy matters off in the icy cold waters of camp creek. I will eat, drink, flirt and talk to the trees. We will discuss silly matters around the campfire, and play with poi, hula hoops, each other's hair. When I come back, I will get my affairs in order and kickstart a job search with vim and vigor. I like that, "get my affairs in order." It sounds sensible and calm, like something a lady with knowledge would do. I wouldn't mind people thinking of me as a lady with knowledge. No muss no fuss, don't mind me, I'm just getting all the important work done in the background, while you gentlemen make a lot of noise and fuss around up front.

I'm definitely too silly to be a lady. Curses!

Tomorrow morning is my first psych study at UC Berkeley. Step 1 of my plan to find supplemental income. When I can't comprehend events, I turn practical. There is no plan that will solve all of this, but it's comforting to have one anyway.