on hundred and fifty nine

At home, car, train, meeting, train, lecture, train, car, home. I feel like I'm faking the whole thing somehow.

"Hello, I'm not able to do all this! Glad you bought it, but can I quit now? Please?"

seventythree

A lot can be said about my crazy feet. I don't want to talk about them.

I walk around on wobbly, knobbly feet. Today is especially like that.

fortysix

It was a nice and staged portrait. But then he decided I needed a kiss. I probably do, so this photo seems appropriate.

Plans are being made and things are sorted out, yet I have this gnawing worry in the pit of my stomach, and I can't even tell what's wrong...

twentyeight

Rain ruined my hair - again.

Camera without batteries.

This is the Only shot of me taken today - and with my lousy phone.

Says nothing about a colleague's dissertaion, the late night celebrating his PhD degree or the mood it got me into. Well maybe a little - can you see that glint of inspiration in my tired eye?

twenty

Workday with no dog sitter. Dog tagging along means a lunch break walking. It was the best part of the day since the rest of it sucked. Didn't feel welcome at a meeting I was invited to. Didn't fit in to the project I'm a part of. Felt very small. Felt very misplaced. Very angry. I have a long way to go apparently...