I have a lot on my plate now. There’s my thesis, there’s a few side projects, and there is little Zoe. Of course, Zoe is the most important thing of my life.
Because of this, I was worried that I had taken onto myself a little too much, and was therefore feeling a little spaced out. Last Saturday while at work, I could barely breathe. I worry and then I let it go. Today I found out why. I’m not really ready to give it all out just yet, but it isn’t good news. Sometimes I just hate my gut feeling that makes me as useful as a piece of slime. You know, good to poke at, but for other purposes – entirely useless.
But, there still are things that cheer me up. Things like my mother’s pho (Vietnamese beef noodle soup).
//c_Cae; full of food…