Bleah

Well, hmm. At least it was a weekend. I spent a whole lot of it ( painting the living room bizarre colors )

. I sparred and lifted weights, but both with only middling success. There's nothing quite like a spazzing, cramping inner leg to send me limping home without finishing my workout--I just can't stand that feeling.

I've taken up my old pastime of torturing myself about my career--how little I've done with it and how I have no idea how to advance the thing. Bleah. I'm tired of this, I want to talk to a career counselor. I'm going to call the MIT career office tomorrow and hope someone can make me an appointment for an emotion dump. And I hope the "counselor" part of "career counselor" isn't entirely for show, because I think I'm more knotted up about this issue than any other right now, and I don't like how it's draining my batteries when I was just starting to recharge. :/

On the bright side, my libido is back, with stickers from far-off destinations on its suitcase. And I got my our federal taxes done... hot damn, it's good to be married filing jointly when only one of you had income! I spent half an hour starting to e-file, but it was taking too damn long, so it's back to old-fashioned snail mail for me. Next year I'll move to the software, really. But this year laziness has won out again.