taratemima | the only thing that made me smile this morning

Any creature at
Equilibrium with its
Surroundings is dead.

--"Instability Haiku," Mark Amidon

I must say, there are still jobs I have to apply for, but the thing that is keeping me from doing it is cover letters. I am serious here--how do I sum up how wonderfully qualified and perfectly suited I am for the job in one page with sounding like a moron?

My sleep schedule is wonky. I either cannot sleep or cannot wake up no matter how early I go to bed. Frigging emotional stress. I will try to see Arik today or tomorrow. Let's see how he will justify himself, try not to admit that either 1) his relationship or 2) his perception of him being monogamous is broken.

Monologue I thought of yesterday as I ran from one psychological study to another.

Hi, my name is Tara, and I am selling my body to science.

Mind you, it's not those evasive and icky sort of exams people think of for these things. They tend to be silly little computer tests and written essays that earnest grad students hand out. I am going to be like them someday, assuming I bring up my grades.

The best part is at the end, when they promise to give you a summary of what they were doing all these word association tests for and give your money. At William James Hall (Harvard), there is a slew of study announcements, and it really a matter of picking not just the ones you qualify for, but how much and how long. Natural selection for hungry college students.

This is especially interesting, since working at the job from hell, I do not work enough hours to save up for the Linguistics Institute. I can get cheaper air fare than I thought, being a student and all, but it's day to day expenses that worry me. The first thing I thought--I wonder if I have enough time for a sleep study. Unfortuately, I am usually disqualified for being 'overweight.'