2012, not a good year. I'm trying to make myself leave the house and I'm trying not to drink too much. One surreal conversation after another. Wouldn't it be nice if i could channel all this uncertainty into running a 10K, rock-solid abs, Conversational French, and a methods section for my dissertation? Alas, that would not be me. Instead, i'm hiding out in a too small apartment reading jane austen and not getting any work done. It feels a bit like coming back from India in 2006 and finding myself slightly disconnected from everything and everyone. And pouring out my angst on diaryland? Great, i'm 26 again.

perhaps i will watch copious amounts of olympics.

9:40 a.m. - 2012-07-28