"Busy" is a poor excuse. I've been blank. Expending my mental energy elsewhere. Not enough whirring thoughts left to document here.

Part of it's the job, which I'll refrain from labeling "soul-sucking." It's 40+ hours a week of intensely demanding mental labor. With puppies.

School just started, too. First semester of UNT is going swimmingly. Professors are all complete badasses. The classes I'm taking all fascinate me - behavior and culture. I leave campus weary, satisfied, curious, and eager for more.

Action-packed summer. New Mexico. Rock climbing. Derek. Adventures. The longest vacation I've been on in my adult life (FIVE DAYS!!). Seattle. Family. Music. Foster puppies. Hula hooping. Parties. Surviving month-long stretches of 100+ degrees. Eating as much watermelon as humanly possible.

...yeah, nothin' profound will make its way here tonight.

Distracted by studies of the USA from an anthropological perspective, articles on rape culture, why the hell is one of my rasboras bloated and how do I fix it, do I have any clean scrubs to wear tomorrow, where is that one thingy wait which one wait what was I looking for again?