a symphony of silence

I have a pintrest account now. but everything takes so long to load.

so pretty much, I hate Pintrest.

Got about halfway through a Sadie Nadini flow (until she got the the handstands, and that’s where I bowed out), then worked up a sweat on the elliptical and the treadmill.

Post-run snack: Chobani strawberry banana

that’s the scientific name for the Rhesus Macaque

you know you want to say it… Macaca mulatta.

I was not expecting this to change just now.

Today was extra hard to deal with.

I’m only slightly looking forward to my own spring break. It’s still a whole ‘nother week after that before he comes home. Until then, the two of us have been sufficiently mopey and miserable.

I always feel so hopelessly stupid and depressing in the day or two after I get back from seeing him. Weekends together are such a tease, and still so heart-wrenching when they’re over.

Sitting there and talking about it with B about regretting putting ourselves through all of this made it seem so much more idiotic. Like we should’ve seen how silly is was to think is was necessary to do this. In actuality, I know we’ve made the right decisions, but there’s something slightly masochistic about deciding that we needed to be multiple hours away from all the people we needed the most in our lives.

Sometimes I wonder if I would do better in school if I wasn’t so emotionally drained, or if we would all be distracting each other by being within visiting distance. I’d really like to find out next year.