Today’s earlier post came off as rather more of a tragic relation than I meant. I mostly intended to make the point I ended with, about feeling happy that all the good and the bad led me to Josh. But I guess I surrounded it with a bit too much drama for that to come across clearly.
I’m exhausted but I can’t sleep. Perhaps this is a pregnancy thing? I’ve read others complaints about insomnia.
I made a decision today, and we’ll see where it ends up. I decided that I don’t want to go on the job market yet. I want to put it off a year because the amount of work facing me in the next 9 months seems rather unbearable with that added commitment. I think I could do it, but that I’ll be even more of a loony stress case. I wrote an email to sane adviser to test the waters before telling the other one. We shall see what she says. This of course raises the question of what I’ll do next year for money. Don’t ask me that now – worrying about it will be entirely counterproductive to my decision to be a little easier on myself for awhile.
In any case, with Yom Kippur Friday-Saturday, and me feeling the need to get some serious work done in the next few days, I’m going to take a blog break until Monday or Tuesday.
If you sense a seriously grumpy tone in this post, don’t worry. I’m perfectly fine. It’s just that I’m usually asleep two hours ago. And actually I think I’ve reached the point where I will be sleeping about 10 minutes from now.