This week: SO so so so so fucking sick (actually. flu? allergies? anxiety induced ulcer?), and also sick of writing my thesis. By a stroke of luck, I didn't have to work at the bar tonight, and so I have spent it
Hating toward my thesis this week has made me reflective of all the awesome careers I *should have* pursued. Here's what I have so far:
Careers in my next life
- A section string player in a philharmonic orchestra
- professional scam artist who has a perfect record, is filthy rich and never gets arrested or goes to jail EVER.
- The female Ironman. Ironwoman.
- Giselle Bundchen
- Queen of the Universe