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i am ...
... so sick of yogurt you don't even know. and yet it is necessary; i eat the stuff when i'm on antibiotics anyway, because -- well, because i do, and several of you will understand why -- but this time, the doctor even told me when she wrote the prescription that i should eat yogurt with active cultures because antibiotics this strong can rough up your stomach. but i swear, i never want to see yogurt again at this point, and i've got five and a half days of this course left. (out of ten, but i also did five days on a different ten-day course before i went back to tell them it wasn't working. so, yeah.)
... tired. so tired. and achy.
... frustrated that at the new gym, where![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
darthrami and i have been going, i can't seem to get my heart rate up above about 132 bpm -- which isn't bad, but could be better, when the goal is the cardio and whatnot. [makes a face] spoke to the manager-girl about it on the way out, and she said next time think of the whole thing as a sprint, see how that goes. so.
... now just awaiting decisions from the universities i know are just dying to have me come to their departments for my phd. got an acknowledgement card from oxford today (addressed in handwriting worse than my brother's when he was about six, and posted from germany?), which was the last one to get back to me. all over but the fingernail-chewing.
... tired. (i know. even more so.) probably a good time to go to bed.
... tired. so tired. and achy.
... frustrated that at the new gym, where
darthrami and i have been going, i can't seem to get my heart rate up above about 132 bpm -- which isn't bad, but could be better, when the goal is the cardio and whatnot. [makes a face] spoke to the manager-girl about it on the way out, and she said next time think of the whole thing as a sprint, see how that goes. so.... now just awaiting decisions from the universities i know are just dying to have me come to their departments for my phd. got an acknowledgement card from oxford today (addressed in handwriting worse than my brother's when he was about six, and posted from germany?), which was the last one to get back to me. all over but the fingernail-chewing.
... tired. (i know. even more so.) probably a good time to go to bed.