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hawkwing_lbMy dental appointment went painlessly. I am not in need of fillings or tooth removal, contrary to what the last dentist I attended (two years ago) told me. And minimal cleaning necessary.
Also, this dentist is a)polite, b)handsome, and c)accepts medical cards. Him, I think I'll keep.
I've been lying around eating crap and watching DVDs all week. It appears to be improving my mental well-being. Tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday, I might hazard a run.
I've come to half a conclusion about what I'm going to do for the next three weeks. I'm going to take myself into college early - possibly the 0700 train - use the gym for a couple of hours, bring my Greek and Latin grammar into the library, work on that for a couple of hours, break for lunch, and either write or read history until evening, when there will be fruit and bread and maybe climbing before I come home.
Yeah, this is pretty much going to have me out of the house for fourteen-hour days, but that's probably better than hanging around here to marinate in mine own angst. And I can take the weekends off, and look for work, as I originally planned, when I come back from the two-week holiday with the parent.
The new plan involves not worrying: not about studying, not about money, not about the anticipation of things lost, and not about writing. I'm going to involve myself in getting half a background on the Roman period, the Pauline writings, and Greco-Roman Egypt.
Also, this dentist is a)polite, b)handsome, and c)accepts medical cards. Him, I think I'll keep.
I've been lying around eating crap and watching DVDs all week. It appears to be improving my mental well-being. Tomorrow, Saturday and Sunday, I might hazard a run.
I've come to half a conclusion about what I'm going to do for the next three weeks. I'm going to take myself into college early - possibly the 0700 train - use the gym for a couple of hours, bring my Greek and Latin grammar into the library, work on that for a couple of hours, break for lunch, and either write or read history until evening, when there will be fruit and bread and maybe climbing before I come home.
Yeah, this is pretty much going to have me out of the house for fourteen-hour days, but that's probably better than hanging around here to marinate in mine own angst. And I can take the weekends off, and look for work, as I originally planned, when I come back from the two-week holiday with the parent.
The new plan involves not worrying: not about studying, not about money, not about the anticipation of things lost, and not about writing. I'm going to involve myself in getting half a background on the Roman period, the Pauline writings, and Greco-Roman Egypt.
