Inspiration exists, but it has to find you working. (Pablo Picasso)

Alright, the old cheerful Lu is back.

The end of this month's "down-time" marks the return of my optimism, determination, and (finally) my health. The fever's gone, the stomach problems are minimal (not eating solid food for almost 7 days has slowed down my metabolism considerably and now I don't even feel hungry any more during the day... which is great for me at the moment, because I have 23, oh yes, 23 days to get as skinny as possible before going home). The crazy last 2 weeks of classes have begun, and I'm doing my best to stay on top of all my assignments, not letting anyone (and anything) run over me. I'm on the roll, darlings. Bring on the struggle, I'm here to defeat, not to get defeated.

Thank you all so very much for your encouraging words!

You've been great, and I have no idea how I even deserve to have such inspirational people following my rants. Love you oh so very much.

Well, let's try to come as close to perfection as we can,

shall we now, my darlings? Let's do this!!

Love you all,

Lu.

My greatest asset is my discontent.

*sigh*

Sick in bed since Friday... the best way to spend the weekend, I know.

Have been feeling kind of down lately, not caring about anything (or anyone) at all, drowning in self-pity, tears, and a burning desire to go home. Right now (yes, I'm that pathetic, 27 days before the end of semester). Or just disappear, go somewhere, leave for a place where no one knows me, hide, and just be. Or exist. At this point- same difference. I'm so tired of talking, of explaining, being patient, determined, of making excuses, of feeling sorry for myself, of being me.

Have been looking at some fashion blogs, and decided I'll do whatever it takes to... to be--do--get what? I don't even know any more.

I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't think.

You know, I still love you, my darlings.

I will comment when I am myself again, and when my encouraging words come back to me from wherever they are now.

Lu.