Day 7: Still Resting

"Hi Hun-

You haven't answered my previous 18,000 emails, I must therefore send the search crews out. Dogs, maybe. But definitively the hordes of people in rubber boots and bright orange jackets.

Life in Academia is still the same. I teach. I learn. Lately, I've been particularly fascinated by my Arch theory professor's blackheads. I think they might date from the mid-20th century and are fossilized. It's both repulsive and mezmerizing. I fixate on his nose when he talks. I think I might get expelled.

Too tired to talk. Respond, or find scary man with stick (they always have sticks) on your doorstep.

Andrea"

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"I am still breathing, although barely. I think the office might be recycling the air to cut costs.

Sorry for the no-replies. I can only hope that one day you join the workforce, stop sending any personal emails, and then understand the exhaustion you suffer after 18 hours in front of a computer.

I'm at home. I just had a latte. I'm debating between going shopping for new jeans (gaaah, and you know how much tall people hate shopping for jeans) or just stay at home, sitting on the couch, with a brain activity of ziltch. Reduce my brain waves to less than those of a comatose hamster.

I know I need to give you something interesting about my life so you won't give up on me. I got nothing.

Am I demoted?

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Day 7: Resting

'skim latte please'

I'm not into the craze of the 'half-fat double shot with whip and a shot of caramel but no caramel topping. I do love a latte done right.

I'm resting today. This morning, I drifted in and out of sleep for an hour after I naturally woke up (no alarm!). Pure decadence.

I now get to quietly sip my latte, think about whether or not skinny jeans look good on everyone.

Day 6: Bussing

Worse bus line. Ever.

I'm not bragging, this is a fact: my bus line won the award from the city newspaper. In fact, it wins the worse bus award every year.

It drives through all the slummy areas of town before hitting my 'up-and-coming' neighborhood. It's not really up-and-coming. It's thinking of up-and-coming, it's just not ready to start the ball rolling.

In the morning, I can sometimes find needles on my doorstep, along with random patches of vomit (I live close to the neighborhood 'main street', which is cool when you want delicious pastries from the Italian shop, but not so cool when at 4 in the morning there are hooligans are throwing beer bottles at each other).

I'm thinking of investing in real estate, but realistically, on a megre designer salary, the only thing I could afford would be a tiny run-down space in a smelly building on a sketchy street.

However, if I did stop renting, I could potentially RENOVATE. Hmmm.

Day 6: Estimating Number of Split Hairs and Best Course of Action

I haven't paid for a haircut in months. Six weeks ago, Allison attempted to cut my bangs with her kitchen scissors; the first strand cut sent us both in a panic and we abbandonned the project. I now have a short bit of hair that sticks out.

Michael assigned me to a more down-to-earth task, i.e. maximizing a floor plate for the tower project. I have to fit the most amount of apartments in the most efficient way, with standard models. Usually, we try to have 3 identical condominiums repeat, that way it keeps the costs down.

I already have 3 different options, so I feel like I've earned the luxury of a 2-minute unofficial break. Cutting split ends one by one are always a great way to relax. I'm mezmerized at how thin those hairs can split...