Two nights ago, my Thesisitis flared up again. Is it post-partum Thesistis now? I was wide awake until about 4am. I'm still feeling rather fatigued. I lay in bed, panicked by the years of clutter in my room, panicked by my relative lack of freedom, panicked by my relative lack of money. I want a job, my own place, and a life. I'm bummed out, dude.
Right now, feeling a little down again (shit...), I really want a drink. Ok, not just one drink, but an excess of drink. Many. Plethoral. Copious. I guess being a little sad is a very bad reason to drink. Unfortunately, I don't feel comfortable getting soused with my Mum and Dad looking on, thereby compounding my woes. I haven't had a good drinking night/day since I got back to PEI. All my friends are upstanding members of their communities and/or internally suckling a foetus.
Finally, I'd like to mention that I am practicing yoga again. Since I am po' (and not a knockout in yogapants, therefore removing communal classes from the to-do list), I've been following a class on the TV. It's a show that's (a) Canadian, (b) challenging-but-not-too-challenging, and (c) I don't have a third point, but lists are best in threes. I'm considering buying the series on DVD so I won't be at the mercy of its sporadic airings. Maybe I will when I get a job and am not at leisure to catch strangely-scheduled TV shows.