windemere | Things of Great Number and No Interest

I have concluded that the majority of a PhD is taken up by emailing people, waiting for people to email, setting up meetings and going to meetings. Seriously.

I feel a good deal better today. I felt so much better, in fact, that I walked 6km and went shopping! Most of it was not for needed items, but retail therapy makes me feel better and all of it was on sale. And I'm going to be very good and not shop again until I'm back in Canada (and maybe not even then). I think I am going to have to book Ireland soon, or at least the hostel, but probably the flights too, and that's my birthday money gone two months before I get it. There better be two tax refunds this year!

I also had a flapjack cookie. It was a thing of wonder.

Ross made fun of me today. In a way that reminds me of how Schaus used to make fun of me (ie. kindly and all in good fun for everyone). It was amusing and very weird at the same time. How do I manage to attract these sorts of lecturers and why can't I attract more of them? There were two not great supervisors in between R and S. Oh well. I've got the good one for the next three years! Petrina and I are having an odd amount of fun with that. I'm sure it won't last passed October when the new batch of students arrive.

Tomorrow night I will be stripping the willow. Ah, memories.

I may have added the marathon walk to Lindisfarne to my hiking list this summer. I must actually start hiking, but I really need to get boots or figure out what the blast hell is wrong with the right boot I have (can't walk ten feet without it hurting my sole these days).

I feel calmer these days. I'm certain it's a phase and I'll get over it, but for now I am taking nights of good sleep (even if I don't get long ones), low anxiety levels, and increased willpower to not curl up in my bed and never leave as good signs. I hope it lasts the next month through. Because as of April 10th, it'll be gone for the rest of that month. It's probably a sign I need therapy that my family automatically causes me anxiety issues. Actually, I take that back; it's a sign my family needs therapy for causing me anxiety. That's much better.

I'm reading Dracula. I keep having this feeling I've read it, but then remember it was The Historian.