starzki | There seems to be no happy medium

I just don't understand why things can't be just normal. I either have insomnia where I don't get more than 4 hours of sleep a night or I'm sleeping all the time, up to 10 hours. And I'm still tired. I would think that maybe I'm sick, but other than the sleeping, I feel pretty good. It's like I have mono without the aches and pains.

Then, I'm all prepared to have a terrible day because it's gloomy out and I had to do my run in the morning (which I hate) because I'm going out tonight. Then some jackass called me a bitch on the bus this afternoon because I refused to give him 75 cents for the transfer he needed. Trust me, if I had an extra 75 cents to give out to everyone who asked me for money, I could probably afford a car. So I was all pissy and angry when I got into work.

Then I see Lisa and have a wonderful ranting session about public transportation and, while it didn't make me feel better, it made me laugh. Then I saw my wonderful and brilliant advisor and she tells me, "You're in print! I got the journal today!"

I'm in Violence & Victims, Vol. 20 (4) . I always said I'd believe it when I saw it. Now I have a copy of the damned thing in my hot little hand. It's not terrific, but it was a lot of hard work. And it feels so nice that there's something out there with my real name as first author.

Now, I still am struggling with the terrible mood from before, but I'm elated at my minor professional success. Maybe if the Sox lose tonight, I'll be pushed all the way over into an official "good mood." We'll see.