The Mover

Ok... Today's a little better. I've made right choices so far, and let's see if I can get through this month... until my birthday.

I is so fucking cold today. Patty Kiernan said it would be 68 and sunny and instead it feels like 48 and it's drizzling and I have neither an umbrella nor a jacket. AND (At!) my hair is straight...

I wonder what BritProf is going to say about my proposal. Why do I feel like I don't know how to do this? All I want to write about are historical ideas, but is that history? I think this is where I'm going to need the most training and will have to struggle to find my niche.

I am going to move things. I have to move things. I'm so tired of treading water, but it takes so much energy to do anything else but sink!

I wonder if I should go back. I wonder if Eva's waiting for me.

I think I'll head back now.