Postpartum

So I finished my thesis, and I have to say, I empathize with Brooke Shields. Tom Cruise can go to hell, postpartum depression is real, and I have the scars to prove it. Today was my first day thesis-free and I spent most of it sleeping. I even slept through a Sarah Vowell reading...sad. But I did catch the second one. She's fantastic. But anyway, I missed work, didn't do the homework I was supposed to, and now I'm just sad. Blue.

I don't have any more projects, so I feel kind of untethered. I guess now it'll be nice, though. I can focus more energy on the arts festival and finding a job. Still, I miss it. It's hard to explain. I think I'm going to go get a slurpee and watch a movie to cheer up.

Maybe I'll start writing a novel. It's been so long since I've done any creative writing, but I think it'll be good for me. Actually, Johnny Mac said that we should try to publish, so that could be a next step. Of course, it's really boring, so that would require me adapting it into a more readable style and determining which choice bits to pick out and honing and editing.

Ok, I'm gonna go seek out some comfort foods. Out.