Boo.

I'm completely uninterested in blogging right now, but my pesky sister insists. (I'm joking, by the way, about the pesky part, since that's precisely why this blog was created.)

I have been slacking in the food department and have not been losing any weight. I feel grotesque. I did go running three times, but have not been doing great with that this week. We did go out for a walk yesterday evening, which was nice, and I ran for a tiny, tiny portion of it, but I hardly count that.

I learned today of my fifth MFA rejection. I have one school left to hear from, and it's a beast -- insanely competitive. Which is to say I will not be getting in anywhere this year. Can I now say I told you so? I was not just being humble when I doubted my chances of admission. Still, it hurts. I tried to prepare myself, but it hurts. Bad. I'm questioning the hell out of myself right now, and trying not to quit writing.

I HAVE been working consistently on my novel, though this week has just been zooish in the evenings and I've been so tired. But I have five chapters completed (though they're short chapters). Furthest I've ever gotten.

I'm just really tired. I don't want to do anything. I don't feel particularly depressed...just...hohum. Blah. A general malaise. Or not even malaise...just...apathy, I guess.

Boo.