tundra stress

I am thinking about submitting some of my poetry to an on campus literary magazine publication thing. I wish it wasn't an on campus thing, but everyone has to start somewhere, and I am thinking about reading my poetry at this literary/music open mic type thing in Kentucky next time I am back in Cincinnati (if I am there for the right Wednesday of the month).

I am looking more and more like an arctic traveler with every day of the week. I am up to three pairs of socks (because of my leaky boots), two shirts, pants, sweatshirt, scarf, hat (with two hoods), and my gigantic down knee-length jacket. I waddle around Chicago hoping my nose doesn't fall off. I need new batteries for my camera to take a picture of the crazy ice 'sculpture' that naturally formed on the pipe carrying water from the laundry room outside.

Long weekend with nothing to do except fill out applications for the 5 year program and fieldwork placement. Somehow it's the first week back and I am exhausted already. I don't know how I manage to create stress before anything has really started. I am thoroughly ecstatic about season 3 dawson's creek and chai tea on my couch.