Reconsidered

Ok, so I'm not done with girls. One day I'll meet one who will want me. I was just a little aggro last night. Although I'm not feeling totally better, I do have my wits about me again. And I'll even admit, I was feeling a little sorry for myself, too. It's hard missing someone. So my ego has taken a huge hit of late and I'm just working through it. My heart is still pumping blood at least, and I swear those chest pains I'm having are muscular in nature, not cardio. I didn't want to get up this morning and so was a tad late to work. No biggy. I stayed an hour late. My co-workers are awesome and having this job at this time has been really great. I get to go to work and laugh and talk about stuff that is insignificant. And I rarely think about the fact that, as every day passes, my stress concerning the topic of my thesis increases. I can't stop thinking about it. And the more I think about it, the more questions I have. The more lost I become about it. My problem is I want to write a masterpiece. Once I get over that, perhaps I'll be able to concentrate. I had very little energy all day and I felt worse in class while discussing The House of Mirth, which I never finished. I wasn't into it. I regret not having finished it, though, so I'm going to make a concerted effort to finish Cather's Song of the Lark. That sure sounds like an exciting tome to digest! It's due next Monday and is 400+ pages long. Can't wait. After class I went to the store with the intention of buying vegetables and fruit, things that I've heard would give me some energy. All I came out with were bagels, bread, Haagen-Dasz and salami. I looked at the produce, though. It's all Greek to me.