When it rains, it pours.

Right. So, I have recently come under the impression that time doesn’t give shit, it does what it wants, when it wants, and it will take its sweet time doing it (if that makes any sense).  I started this summer a bit late, thanks to the backwards seasons of the southern hemisphere but even that has not done a thing to shorten it.  I still feel like I have been waiting forever for my life to restart itself, to get a jolt to the heart and keep on beating.  Without sounding too melodramatic or cliche-ish, my life appears to be at a standstill. Not really doing anything, but waiting. Waiting a lot. And also while waiting, painting the garage.

Painting the garage has been…annoying, satisfying, and necassary.  I needed something to do and to be fair, it is nice to see a finished product. I have evicted a few dozen spiders from their respective homes, and killed a fair few of those nasty egg sacks.  I have an irrational fear that they are now all getting together and plotting my demise, one web at a time.

I need to get back to school…fortunatly for me, that is happening on Friday, but not really until a week later, because I need to go to NYC for some research, which I have no idea how to even begin to start… Clearly, there is a break in the monatony, but jesus, when it rains…it pours.