Yesterday my blog post precipitated several interactions. A. gave me the most intimidating, scary, frightening pep talk of my life. I survived the pep talk, so I can surely survive the thesis-writing process.
This morning, I found my first white hair. At least, in the morning light and from a few different angles, it was much much lighter than the surrounding châtain hair. (M.'s adjective.) Maybe it was a stress-induced hallucination. Just like when I imagined that several of my anti-morning friends met me at the gym this morning.
This post's theme word: polypnea, "rapid breathing."
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