I didn't run last week. Have yet to run this week. Last month's running mileage didn't even average 5 miles per week.
But I don't have time to be too bothered by it or the fact that I feel like a beached whale. I'm still dealing with the dissertation that won't die. After two trips last week to my new town to view apartments and a false hope about one, I finally got an apartment. Well, I'll be moving into a studio this month until renovation of my one-bedroom apartment is completed in September. The wait and the double move will be worth it though.
Today I stopped in to the department to drop off some forms. Since I was there I thought it was about time I took the rest of my stuff out of my locker as I'll be packing over the next couple of weeks in preparation for the move. It was a little more depressing than I had anticipated. I didn't have much left--a few books, a notebook, a pencil case, a couple of mementos.
I also nicked my mug. The department kitchen has a hodgepodge of mugs left there over the years. I randomly picked one when I started working there and have used it religiously ever since.
Now I can't bear to give it up, so it's moving with me. And I thought I wasn't sentimental. Ha!
On an(other) unrelated note, how the hell is it June already?! Where did the first five months of this year go? I want my money back dammit!