And on that note… while I know I’m not stupid I certainly feel that way writing this thesis paper. I look at the draft I sent last December and I have no idea where I pulled that vocabulary from. I envy my past self for being able to speak more eloquently. While I really enjoy informal writing I can’t seem to do it in a way that’s still sharp witted and loose. It seems to be other bogged down in academic language or 8th grade levels of writing ability with rudimentary language and messy structure.
Having trouble sleeping right now, the bed is honestly too short so my feet hang off of it if I’m not curled up into a ball. How did I miss that? However, in this moment of not sleeping (4:54 AM) I’m also able to feel the DOMS from the ab exercise I did the other day. My ribs all have tender, achy flesh in between them, which is actually quite a nice sensation since I don’t often feel my ribs so clearly. My hips feel it too, which is less pleasurable but still a nice acknowledgement of the meat on my bones getting activated.
Also, earlier tonight Saul and George saw me carry in a painting while they talked outside and were excited about it. Thanks, guys! Saul even said to let him know if I’d be willing to sell him any art before I leave to return to New Jersey. Feels good ☺️