Agnes Needs a Cigarette (or 20)

As Madeleine mentioned, this has been a busy time. I remember hearing a story on the radio about a survey of some of the most stressful events in life: death of a loved one, marriage/divorce, having a child, but two of the top ones were: moving and looking for a job/graduating with an expensive degree and no intention of getting, as one graduation card so strangely put it, "a satisfying job with a good salary." Who says something like that to a recent MFA graduate? Oh, yeah, my grandparents from Arizona...

SO, as may come as a surprise to no one, I have been smoking. As everything wraps up and people are packing and moving out of the studio building things get stranger and stranger. I want to be gone, but I also don't like feeling pushed out. Then there was the graduation ceremony itself--the single worst graduation ceremony I have yet encountered. (Though perhaps one day I may be lucky enough to be a faculty member of a worse one--fingers crossed!!!)
Then there is the issue of grad school having put a few pounds on Agnes' once-sylphlike hips. Agnes feeling a little less Agnes than usual. Or a little more, depending on how you look at it.
The good news is that I am rapidly homeward bound. I have a few projects for the apartment and am looking forward to being a predominantly bike-commuter. We joined a CSA this summer so will have lots of fresh vegetables. The apartment lawsuit craziness continues to be a psychological drain, but will be something of a financial boon (for right now, anyhow) in that we aren't obligated by the court to save our rent.

And I am really, really serious about quitting when I am back in the city. Change is good, yes? Yes.