Monday meltdown!

The day started with frozen blueberries in my oatmeal, which basically looked like unappetizing blue soup:

Then I went to campus forever and became increasingly distressed about my various research projects, as well as about my life choices. This week, existential malaise is the name of the game.

For lunch, I ate leftover curried chicken casserole out of my supremely dorky lunchbox. It's not just an infatuation. My love for my dorky lunchbox is the real deal. (Eventually, I may be offering a 10%-off coupon from Laptop Lunches, so stay tuned for an undetermined period of time.)

I went to the library to get some books for a project, and I found a cute French cookbook from the 1950's (fortuitously translated into English) with a bunch of oddball quotes and maxims about food. Some of them are not very funny or comprehensible, but much like Julie, they are very French and charming in their own way.

"Oysters are over, cabbages too,
June, July, and August through."

In the afternoon, I went for a four-mile recovery run in the cold and wind. Fortunately, the gods of running smiled mercifully upon me, and it was a good run. I ran around the south part of campus which includes my favorite mini-hill and takes me by a couple barns and cow pastures. I'm pleased to have run somewhat negative splits today because 1) that means I am not too sore from yesterday's 9-mile long run and 2) the second half of the run was into the devil-wind.

• Mile 1: 9:32
• Mile 2: 9:08
• Mile 3: 9:15
• Mile 4: 8:40
  
• .1 mile nubbin: 0:59

Immediately after my run, I changed into a t-shirt and shorts and went to Kick 'N Core with my favorite male attendee, Dan. Today was pretty rough, and unfortunately, they were filming a video for God knows what kind of inconvenient reason. I hope I stood far enough away from the camera because certainly, my dead expression and lackluster attempts to round-house kick and punch won't do anything to increase class attendance. And that's fo' sho'!

I am loathe to admit that during dinner, I had a breakdown in regards to my workload. It must be noted that I am notorious for stressing about things that do not matter and often get my panties in a bunch over things that are not due for awhile. I am better now, but there was a 20-minute period where I was silently inconsolable.


After many deep breaths and a healthy banana doughnut (lovingly crafted by Roommate Tina), I have half-way accepted that I cannot always be on top of my work. Really, I should just stop whining because I'm getting paid (albeit not as much as I could be outside of academia) to study what I like. [However, Dan, I still think we should be femmes au foyer together!]

After reading some nonsense about a 17th century French cookbook, I made hummus à la Emily. It is pretty delicious, but the picture makes it look a little like weird poo-poo.


On that note, time for bed. I think I'm going to take tomorrow off from running since a pre-6am run doesn't sound all that appealing at the moment...