I feel like I'm spinning my wheels
So, I'm sitting here listening to coffee brew and munching on a carrot and some pasta salad. There is bacon in my pasta salad. As I eat I wonder why it is that everything on this island somehow ends up having bacon in it. No, seriously. If they can put bacon in it, they have. Except beans, for some reason. I've seen baked beans with sausage but I have yet to see a can of baked beans with bacon. There is also about 800 calories in my pasta salad. That's why I'm eating it with a carrot instead of with the 400 calorie fresh cream banana boat I wanted to eat it with. I'm making a fresh pot of coffee because John said to me recently, "I don't think its good to drink the same pot of coffee two days in a row." I think its fine, but then my coffee habits have always been questionable.
So far today I've been reading for my dissertation. Soon, when I'm done with my carrot and pasta salad I will pour myself some coffee that I will mix with milk and ice and fake sugar and I will get cracking on some writing for my dissertation. I can't wait for this to be done. Even if it sucks. I keep thinking about what I'm going to do once its done but that just makes me sad. I feel like I ought to be asking someone for advice, but I have no idea who that would be. Every time I come up with a plan something happens to nix it. Like its doubtful I'll be able to make enough on 20 hours a week to live off of. Or, my fiancee tries to talk me out of staying in Wales because he thinks I'm too good for him. And, then I read about what everyone else is up to and everyone else seems excited and happy about where they are and what's going on in their lives but I feel like fate is conspiring against me and that I can only be happy for 37 seconds at a time. This sucks. I hate it.
