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I Fear They Will Take Away My Grant

I'm still doing the intensive interval workout. I did it again this morning. I am convinced that exercise is the way go. It makes me feel so much better.

Over the weekend I had my nails done. They still look pretty good. This little Vietnamese girl did them. And once she found out my name, she kept using it over and over again—sort of like when a kid learns a new word.

This morning I have a teleconference with EPA. I have this fear that their going to say, "Gee. We're sorry. We made a mistake, and you didn't get the grant after all. We decided to give it to some other person who may not really deserve it, but we like them better." And then my hopes will be shattered. I'll have to keep doing what I'm doing. Ugh.

But things aren't all bad. Have you ever had a moment in life where you just felt sexy? Maybe someone told you that you looked good, or it was the way someone looked at you? Well, this weekend, for a few moments, I felt sexy. And it felt good. I got a long, up-and-down stare followed by a gaze in the eye. It was a little weird, but it made me feel great. It made me feel sexy. And I haven't felt like that in a very long time—like way back when I first met my husband. He used to look at me like that—and then after a while, he just didn't get that look in his eye anymore. Now, he's gone.

I feel like my right ovary is going to burst. I don't know what's up with that. It's either that or my appendix.

OK. Busy day today. Wish me luck.


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