Feeling almost responsible

Yesterday I started the hardest part (for me) of the graduate application process-- writing my personal essay(s). I didn't get everything down, but I actually got farther than I usually do on the first try. I cleaned the bathroom too. On the one hand, it's still not clean enough for my peace of mind, even though I overdid it and woke up with an aching back. On the other hand, at least it's an improvement to some degree. Today I sent out recommendation letter requests to my former committee members, did some more chores, and bought groceries with low tooth-rotting potential. Then I read a paper by the person I'm hoping to get as Ph.D. professor and refrained from buying something I wanted but didn't need and could barely afford.

I did splurge on books and a pair of boots for my costume today. But I'm okay with that because wanting to read a lot and wanting to dress up as an alien are both signs that my mood is back where it should be-- when things that brought me pleasure before do so again/still, I'm okay, and when they no longer please me, I know I'm in trouble. Besides, I didn't think I was likely to find a pair of plain, flat, knee-high boots in my size for under $40 again before the 31st. I still haven't found the antennae I want. I might have to make them myself.

In short, I had energy this weekend to do things I should do and things I enjoy doing. Now if only I could do something to guarantee that I'll get accepted this year. Oh, and make my teeth impervious to sugar-loving bacteria.