Like, whatever.
I epically failed my goal to read 120 books in 2011. A rather lofty goal and quite honestly, life got in the way, but although 73 books seem like a respectable number it’s only 61% of my initial aim, which is weak. This year I’m only scoring for 80.
And wow, I’m so caffeine-jittery from only one and a half cups.
I’m seeing my therapist later and have a presentation group meeting after, also might need to accompany group members to profs tomorrow (ugh, dread. I might be “busy”.)
Have I goshed about my now not so new any more (been seeing her since October) therapist yet? She’s amazing. A close call to Dr. K in Aussee – just as brilliant, but differently so. Even if I still can’t see my way out and life, the future, is as purposeless as ever, she’s able to give me a sense of security.
This blargh post has been brought to you by a procrastinating student.
