desperately seeking r&r

i am struggling to keep it together today. my energy levels are at a new low.

however, i kicked myself out of bed this morning and slithered my way into work. i listened to a new favorite song on repeat the entire way, which certainly helped my lagging spirit.

last night i went uptown to columbia/barnard and hung with the young'uns and handle knife skills business. bidi informed me of some free food in the student center and we went -- i had some nice ethiopian food. but we were like the only non-white people there at this "international food fest." so naturally we got approached by the campus magazine photographer. she took our photo, and i got asked if i went to b.c. i said yes. she spelled my name wrong but i didn't correct her. bidi told her i was a senior, and when asked what year i graduated, i drew a blank. i simply said, "sorry i'm really bad at math and can't figure out what year i graduate." the lady didn't question my stupidity at all. maybe ivy leaguers aren't as smart as we all thought.