I Can't Feel My Legs
Oh wait, yes I can, and they hurt.
Now that I have graduated and am no longer facing a walloping beast of a dissertation, I have decided to live. And live I have been. I just wish I wasn't constantly reminded that I'm almost 30.
I'm supposed to go to improv practice today, buy my legs feel like they're about to fall off [dance, dance, dance]. My doctoral advisor is retiring and he hosted a "library party" this weekend to give away all of his books. It was a terrifically nice gesture. I went into town early to stay with another professor/mentor/friend who I had miss very much. Unfortunately for her, this was the first time she had met the "no holds bar" me, and I made her go to much more than she had planned as well as let her know how awesome she was. [I have a problem with this.]
To summarize:
My legs hurt, and you're awesome.
posted by GrandPooOfAwesome @ 12:52 PM
3 Comments
3 Comments:
Massages and baths. Immediately. ASAP.
The Library Party sounds fabulous. Fabulous I tell you!
As you know, I have a problem with the "you're so awesome" thing too. Lately, I've worried that some people might find me... stalkerish.
Oh well.
I love you!!!
I love stalkers, but only if my stalkers are like u, otherwise they're creepy. I actually have quite a few creepy ones. Quite a few [I tell you!] I added that last part to be like you. ;)
The library party WAS fabulous, but difficult to do with a massive hangover.
You are fabulous. Fabulous I TELL YOU!
:)
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