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So we officially are moved into our new place! I actually love it more than I thought I would. I was about to go start power getting ready for my lab meeting because I thought I had to leave in like 10 minutes. But, no, I no longer live 30 minutes away and I can literally leave here 15 minutes before I need to be at work, and really only to leave time for parking. That combined with the fact that I can now cook without fear of spilling everything or chopping my fingers off due to lack of space (no joke, I almost cut one of my finger tips off trying to balance the cutting board on part of the sink because there was no counter space big enough. Greg thought I was dying.), and the fact that it seems like our furniture and decorations were hand picked out to be in this apartment make me very happy. 

As happy as this place makes me, I’ve been an emotional wreck the last few days. I don’t know if it’s just my hormones (it’s that time.) or if I’m really that unhappy. I’ve decided to start taking my PMS-prozac month long. I mean, I literally just laid in bed and cried hysterically the other night. Granted, Greg and I had a fight but it wasn’t anything major and we’d both apologized before the crying fit. Yesterday morning I felt about the same. I’ll give it a week or so and then I’ll go to the doctor. I took a prozac yesterday morning and went for a run (I really haven’t been working out at all) and I felt worlds better by the time we went to bed last night. I think I’ll just keep taking it because the stress of writing this paper is obviously getting to me. I’ve barely made a dent in it and I’m more than a quarter way through the allotted time.

In other news: I’ve come to the conclusion that I am in no way, shape, or form ready for children. (No, I haven’t been thinking of actually having any children, but I’ve been feeling the ‘baby bug’ come over me every so often) Greg and I can barely deal with the dog’s behavior, let alone a child. I told him that and he just laughed — marriage is barely on his mind, let alone children. Oh well.

I suppose I should go get ready for another thrilling lab meeting.