I’m that kind of tired where your feet and calves feel like they’ve been beaten with huge sticks by disgruntled gargoyles. But it’s worth it.
One hour of sleep + work + frantically budgeting for life and increased rent + searching for apartments near Stanford (Anna’s dream school, i.e. d.school) + helping a coworker change her oil + doctor’s appointment + discussing grad school plans and finances with Anna + buying bread + getting caught in a torrential downpour with Anna + cooking, cleaning, and laundry while Anna studies her ass off for the GMAT that she’s going to take in a few hours = a good day.
Wish Anna luck on the GMAT by the way! She’s only had 2 weeks to prepare thanks to a surprise invitation to apply for a Ph.D program (yes, they have those). Oy.
She’s going to rock the living shit out of that test and then I’m gonna make her a meat pizza. Interpret that how you will.
Peace, love, and potatoes. Yozh out.