I'm trying as goddamn hard as I can to be grateful for my job, boring as it is. I'm trying so hard to make things work for my thesis and it is just. Not. Happening. It's the one thing I need to do to graduate and it just isn't coming together, and I don't know what to do.
At least I can sell a fucking coffeemaker.
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A mouse in a house of catcalls
About Me
- Lisa
- NOVA via Ohio. Wannabe teacher - anthropologist at heart. Engaged. Some food issues. Let's see where this goes.
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- Adventures in Wanting
- Bearing, Eating, Being
- Between Living and Existing
- Blogoxygen
- Building Beauty Beyond Body
- Center for College Affordability and Productivity
- Eating with your Anorexic
- ED Bites
- ED Deception
- Every Woman has an Eating Disorder
- I Hate to Weight
- Just Eat It!
- Marine Snow
- Shapely Prose
- Size Ate
- Sunday Confessional
- The F-Word
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2008
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December
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- So this is the new year
- Baking - not for the weak
- Early New Year's
- Two very different things
- Gluggy pudding
- Yo ho ho ho
- That was bad
- To travelers
- A weakness
- Too much reality
- Evangelized
- Siblings!
- Snippets
- Cookies that calm
- A request
- I'm thinking it's a no
- Well that's done
- Diversion
- Doubts and worries
- Yesterday and Today
- Frustration
- Still there
- Recognition and the joys of oatmeal
- More about body image
- Discouraged
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December
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1 comment:
It's tough when things are just not coming together, and everything is riding on it. Hang in there. Believe in epiphanies. ;-)
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