I’m bored. I spend 99% of my time in this apartment. Current mood: annoyed, irked, bored, restless. It’s Saturday. I get it; he spends most of his time not at home, around others so he’s completely cool with just being here on the weekends. As long as I get out …
Well, the examiner situation finally got resolved, no thanks to anyone but me. Calle was finally approved the same day he wanted the finished paper submitted. We compromised to Friday lunch and I spent all evening, all night, all morning writing and editing. Sent out to Mario and Göran, Mario …
I’m extremely anxious. To make matters worse, my choice of examiner (Calle, who so graciously accepted in a heartbeat) might fall through because the damn examiner group feels like it should be a professor and Calle isn’t one. So now I have to wait for them. Fucking shit. I really …
According to what I see in main, she’s been up half the night and decided to quit. There was a whole wall of text of complaints. I seriously think that a lot of her stress is due to her not being used to working, not knowing the job itself because …
Where to begin. The Easter USA talks did not go over very well. Questions arose which made me decide to tell them all about me and N. Suddenly, the USA thing was forgotten and hours were spent on them yelling, calling me names and just really coming down hard on …
I don’t really know what the overwhelming/most common feeling is these days. It fluctuates too much, too wildly. Conversations are ongoing, good and bad. Yesterday we talked more about the first date with Magdalena and how it went, how it felt, what happened. It seems that it was pretty much …
Almost 8 years…over. Done. We talked and talked, back and forth, trying to figure out what’s going on, why things are so fucked up and ended up realizing for the first time (me, not him) that our relationship hasn’t been a relationship for the past 2 years. At least. He had noticed …
He left right before 7PM yesterday. I asked him, more than once, to just text me a quick msg to let me know whether or not he’d be coming home. NOT A WORD. Nothing. All evening. All night. Yes, he may have passed out. I get it, it happens. But …