It's funny how you can click "delete" and what you've written is no longer there, but that feeling of where it came from still is (there).
School has started again. I am trying to figure out how to make it through the semester without completely freaking out, because I am about to graduate and haven't decided what I want to do with, well, anything. I know I'm going to do well this semester, but I'm afraid of what's going to happen after. I'd like to go to graduate school, but I can't decide what sort of program I want to go into. I've been thinking about moving with William when he goes to his graduate program, but a big part of me feels like I would be doing that for him more than for me. But then, again, I don't know what I want...
I need to take some time to think, but there is so much reading to do and a thesis and work and a boyfriend and a 45 minute ride to school and my car is breaking down for what seems like the millionth time.
I finally started to go to therapy, and I also started taking anti-depressants. Everything is going well, except that my sleeping schedule has been thrown off.
I have to figure out how I'm going to print off the 50 or so pages of articles I need to read for Southwest Archeology now, and I need to decide if I want to take literary criticism or not by tomorrow. Sigh.
6:39 p.m. - Thursday, Aug. 26, 2004
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