I posted this blog under "action" but that begs the question is procrastination itself an action? Rather, is the lack of action an action? Perplexing.
I have a homework I need to do. Am I doing it? No. Why? Well, because I don't know how to prove that the closure of the intersection of S and T is equal to the closure of S intersecting the closure of T. Stupid math and its lack of numbers.
Any ideas?
I think I want to move out of the country. England would be nice, probably London. I could use a change of scenery (and I love the accents, and word on the street is they love American accents too, ESPECIALLY New Jersey accents, because of The Sopranos. Either that or I made that up to make myself feel better.
Truth be told I am just horribly depressed. I am struggling in grad school, I have no money, nobody wants to hire me despite my bachelors in math and eventual masters in applied math. The business I started isn't doing well, mostly because any suppliers I contact aren't interested in a business that doesn't have a physical store front (which is honestly even more frustrating).
The mother of a good friend of mine has stage 4 brain cancer. I am totally sad about that, and I hope she fares well while being treated, but it is just bringing back memories of when my uncle died. He had a very rare type of liver cancer that he got from taking daily vitamins. I'm sure a lot of people feel drinking is involved, but let me assure you he hadn't had a drop of alcohol since his son was born 20 years ago. I just hated watching him suffer. He was seriously one of the nicest people I knew. He was the one I would stick around at family gatherings because he was always entertaining and engaging. I don't think I can explain to whoever the hell reads this just how good of a person he was. And I miss him. I can't say I would see him much if he never got cancer, but I would certainly see him more if he wasn't dead.
They couldn't take part of my liver because of where his cancer was. I was a match though. I live my life trying to find purpose, and when I finally find it, it can't be fulfilled.
On top of everything, my fish Phillip died.
Well this turned out longer and deeper than expected. (That's what she said).
I have a homework I need to do. Am I doing it? No. Why? Well, because I don't know how to prove that the closure of the intersection of S and T is equal to the closure of S intersecting the closure of T. Stupid math and its lack of numbers.
Any ideas?
I think I want to move out of the country. England would be nice, probably London. I could use a change of scenery (and I love the accents, and word on the street is they love American accents too, ESPECIALLY New Jersey accents, because of The Sopranos. Either that or I made that up to make myself feel better.
Truth be told I am just horribly depressed. I am struggling in grad school, I have no money, nobody wants to hire me despite my bachelors in math and eventual masters in applied math. The business I started isn't doing well, mostly because any suppliers I contact aren't interested in a business that doesn't have a physical store front (which is honestly even more frustrating).
The mother of a good friend of mine has stage 4 brain cancer. I am totally sad about that, and I hope she fares well while being treated, but it is just bringing back memories of when my uncle died. He had a very rare type of liver cancer that he got from taking daily vitamins. I'm sure a lot of people feel drinking is involved, but let me assure you he hadn't had a drop of alcohol since his son was born 20 years ago. I just hated watching him suffer. He was seriously one of the nicest people I knew. He was the one I would stick around at family gatherings because he was always entertaining and engaging. I don't think I can explain to whoever the hell reads this just how good of a person he was. And I miss him. I can't say I would see him much if he never got cancer, but I would certainly see him more if he wasn't dead.
They couldn't take part of my liver because of where his cancer was. I was a match though. I live my life trying to find purpose, and when I finally find it, it can't be fulfilled.
On top of everything, my fish Phillip died.
Well this turned out longer and deeper than expected. (That's what she said).
losty:
Move to Canada. Be different, everyone invades Europe. Enjoy your vast northern neighbour.