Feb. 3

2/3/2026 8:37 Correspondence 138

Tusdays be the bane of my existence. It seems to always be that way. Without fail. I just became so exhausted. So burnt out and unmotivated and say. I struggle to find a spark on Tuesdays. For Arthur Dent, it was always Thursdays that eluded him, but for me, it is the humble Tuesday. 

I should not complain, for I have it well. I had a long wonderfull weekend (photos posted in my photo collection page: click here). I existed in the dancing snow and was swept off my feet by love, comfort, and kindness. 

But then Tuesday hit me like a Mack Truck. I woke up late and full of woes. I was made dizzy by my 8:30, my 10:05, and my 11:40. It wasn't until the middle of my 11:40 that I started to calm down and catch up with myself. It wasn't truly until the class after that that I started to get the hang of the day. I was peer reviewed by my podcasting call on a voice ID project I made, and was pleased with my feedback. No bad comments for better or worse, but many lovely compliments on my creativity of the piece. I will say, I realize creative and unique are not synonyms with good, but I will take my wins where I can.
After that, my mind danced happily in my Intro to comics lecture. A delightful yet deceivingly difficult class. 

I ate a bite and did work. Then I found myself in a Garnet and Black magazine meeting that was interrupted before it started by a fire alarm. 

One day, I am going to write a piece about a fire alarm, but not today.  

After that ordeal, I moseyed back to my dorm for a night of schoolwork, all getting ready for a day of schoolwork tomorrow. And that's where I sit now. Before I go, though, here is a piece on my dreadful housing situation for next semester. 

Limbo. 

In limbo between hope and hunger 

Commitments tie me twenty ways 

I want to make everyone happy 

I want to do what's best for me

Why are those two so often magnets with like faces

I swim the sea of hope and hunger with an unlikely chance of finding shore 

I am left treading water between two dinghies

2 choices that could bend my life  

living in an ocean of 

darkness and confusion 

Weightless.