In the blink of an eye I’ve already made it through 3 of 17 weeks. Emotional math says 3 weeks = 1 month and that means I should be home for Thanksgiving in about 3 more blinks. I like the sound of that. 3 blinks; that’s not long at all.

Time is flying. Winter days are short. My day barely seems to begin before night falls and it’s time to prepare for a new day again. I have a lot on my mind. In a few weeks I have to submit a dissertation topic which will affect my career options and my Ph.D choices. My Ph.D choices affect where I will live after the Uni of Syd and how long it will take to graduate.

I am having fun here – but I’m a little stressed at the same time. Not to worry anyone… but I rolled out of bed today, put on a hoodie and jeans, didn’t touch my face, didn’t bother to look in a mirror and went in public like that… They were my R&Rs, but … a hoodie and jeans? We all know I only lose my vanity when I’m really sick or in a super stressful funk. And yes, I KNOW how that sounds. But I would bet most people can gauge the level of their spirits by relative levels of vanity. Even the girl who doesn’t care about appearances, cares even less when under pressure. Oh and MIUB emailed me yesterday and even though it was just a friendly, friend, non-exciting email – I generally am prompt at responding to him. But yet here I am … I haven’t written back and have no immediate plans to! That is NOT normal for me …

Today was a wakeup call. I need to get out of this funk. I may genuinely despise making decisions about my unknown future but any decision is better than no decision at all especially if it means I will feel better. So… I’m off to bed for what I hope is a REAL night of rest and tomorrow I’ll try to start making decisions.