It's the last day of February - Leap Day, actually - and I have no idea where the time is going. Everything has been crazy lately. I guess it always is though... maybe I should be getting used to it by now. Mason's starting to get restless, waiting for summer. So am I. I'm ready to be done with my job, to lay in the sun, to go to the beach, to see Dave Matthews and help plan Meg's wedding. I've been much too stressed and worried and down lately and that isn't me. Not at all. So my goal for March is to breathe a little bit more. Relax some. Read something other than grad school research and adolescent psych books. I want to finish Infinite Jest soon - it's getting a little ridiculous... the length of time it's taking me to read this thing. If I'm not done with it by the end of March I'm going to think significantly less of myself.
And Mason, he's as fun as always. He's so happy and easy-going and he never wants to leave my side. I was up all night with the flu last Friday. Saturday morning, my dad offered to come get him so I could nap a little bit (and throw up without someone climbing up my back [yes, that's as fun as it sounds]). He didn't want to leave me because I would "be all by myself".
The work, the dismal financial situation, the stress, the waiting - none of it matters - I'm so lucky.
Happy March.
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