Sneeveilsnarglefizzlefazzle. That’s how I’m feeling at the moment. They don’t make an emoticon for it, but here’s what it is: Slight irritation, an overloaded desk that nevertheless has a manageable amount of paperwork, so long as there are no interruptions, a desire to be in my bed sleeping, as I was up too late last night helping my roomie with a thesis proposal until my brain no longer processed any meaning between a Portugese speaking native translating into English, and then trying to translate that into academic-speak, and I miss my sister and my best friend. But on the other hand, I am happy to be alive, love my Sweet Donnie, and am looking forward to snuggling.

I think we need more new words. We keep losing old ones at an exponential rate.