|The heart with a mind of its own.(Be present.)||The mind with a heart of its own.(It's past.)||The dream that is your waking life.(Go there now.)|
God, I'm tired.
The new semester starts on Monday--Chemistry, calculus, Japanese literature, more chemistry, more chemistry, more chemistry. How did I ever stumble onto this path, I wonder. All I ever wanted was a degree...maybe I'll drop out and go to beauty school. Not that beauty school is such a bad option considering that my aunt went and now she's a freakin' exec with one of the big beauty houses, making more money in a year than she knows how to spend. I won't make that much with a PhD.
So, I've been in the lab these last few weeks during the break between semesters. Actually, I did take a couple of weeks off, but one was unscheduled, as my shoulder was in a bad way. Other than that--
Work. I'd write about work, but I'm here now, and god forbid anyone should come over and read my pitiful little thoughts over my shoulder. Not that they care, but still.
I just wanted to tell youse all that I'm tired.