More self-indulgent blah blah

Sorry for the silence.

But it’s been a very un-witty-commentary few days.

Ian and I had an argument that broke us out of a rut we’d dropped into. The argument was crap. The result is I feel lighter, easier, happier around him.

I didn’t get the job I applied for. The other girl in my department did. She’s lovely, and I hate that I can’t hate her.

An ill-timed attempt at a diet is also causing a measure of mental fatigue.

I feel like I’m getting old. Is it a bad thing when I tell people my age and they’re surprised? They all seem to think I’m older than (almost) 23.

On the bright side, I’ve decided to use my part-time research job as the portal to nano-goodness. So far I figure I’m about 21% of the way to tiny white click-wheel bliss.