Recently, I:
--watched Prometheus, and it was amazing. If you watch it and have no idea why I feel this way, ask me. I don't want to be spoily.
--finished a work project.
--survived finals week.
--took on another freelance project. It's a horror monologue! Looking forward to channeling a little Poe. This is my first project for stage, too. A little intimidating, but it's the kind of challenge that gets me excited!
--started reading The Brothers Karamazov. Dostoyevsky is, sigh, wonderful.
--began working out 3x a week (consistently!)
--moped about a little.
--haven't drawn enough.
Other things:
Work and I have a complicated relationship. When I'm overloaded with school and contract deadlines, I can't wait to be done, can't wait to take a break. Once I finish and have a few minutes to breathe, I'm bored. So I jump right in to the next project, because the alternative is wasting hours refreshing pinterest and twitter while dissatisfaction pokes me in the stomach repeatedly.
I am not the biggest fan of living in limbo. It's an uncomfortable place, full of self-doubt; breeding grounds of the nebulous "unknown" that prompts feelings of helpless rather than excitement. Looking forward to Christmas when things should settle a little.
I might go climbing tomorrow. I haven't been climbing in a long time, and I miss it.
I've been feeling very anti-social. I'm kind of ok with it. Life stress has brought me back to reading as a method of coping, and I'm looking forward to spending ALL DAY Thursday with my face all up in The Brothers Karamazov. It's my book day. I'm proclaiming it now so I have dibs. Dibs on myself.