I enjoyed buying groceries, cleaning, doing laundry. I baked sour cream-maple bread and it turned out a bit crumbly, but moist and not too sweet. I picked out a book to read while eating soup and then I went to bed at 9pm. All done without the hot breath of guilt on my neck.

I slept 10 hours and woke up with a sore throat. A mix of feeling quite better and a lot worse. I went for a run to shake out a cold possibly coming along. Then I went to a job interview and the fact that I stayed engaged despite drowsiness and sore throat and even had ideas firing off in my head told me that it would potentially be a good position for me.

I came home and read again, enjoying Nabokov as I did before. His descriptions of things are still so satisfying. Then I slept more and more. I think I might be able to avoid that cold. And after a taste of freedom, I must return to the thesis and work on my defense presentation.

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am feeling too self-absorbed and am looking forward to seeing girlfriends next week as they make me laugh so hard that I can’t think about myself for very long.