Who's Pow and Mia?

I remember as a child, having just come back from a month-long vacation in D.C., riding in the front seat of my mom's Explorer, fingering a POW and MIA flag. "Mom," I began, "who's Pow and Mia?" I thought they were two Vietnamese children martyred in the Vietnam War. That day, I discovered acronyms.

Not sure what made me think of that story, except that I just noticed the date of my last post, and I wondered if it was possible to kidnap oneself. If it is, I would really like to do it right about now. Masters week is fast approaching, spring is in the air, and an inch and a half layer of pollen is covering my car. I woke up this morning with my allergies in high gear, my period waiting right around the corner, and the promise of a history test this afternoon and about 30 unwritten thesis pages clamoring for my attention. This is on top of the two research papers I need to write by the end of the month. At this point, though, I am tired, and I want to crawl in bed, in a CCC cabin in a state park by the beach, and sleep.

I realize I missed last week's weigh-in. Good thing too, because I haven't coped very well with the stress I'm under, and completely bombed last week. I did step on the scale on Saturday, and I was back up three pounds. In one week, I destroyed almost a month's of losing. I'm beginning to get back in the swing of things, though, all my breakfasts, lunches, and dinners have been healthy, but I have been eating a fair portion of Easter goodies left over from Sunday.

From now until graduation (May 10!) things will probably be a little off kilter for me. I haven't gone to the gym in 2 weeks (I know, I know), and I'm only just beginning to get my eating back to acceptable levels. I just have so much I need to get done by the end of April, and I don't really know how to get started.

In other news, I discovered The Office, and I'm totally hooked. I wish I wasn't usually the only person in my office. On days like today, when I'm the only one and I'm bored out of my skull, I could really use a Jim to ogle.

I also sent back my almost-official letter accepting my place in Ole Miss' graduate program. I'm on a waiting list for a fellowship, and I'm waiting for the Graduate School (verses the English department) to send me my official-official acceptance so I can send my fully-official acceptance letter back to them. And to think, Ole Miss had the least amount of red tape to break through out of all the schools I applied to. I'm beginning to be more excited, rather than nervous, about moving to Oxford (MS, not England...damn). A few more of my questions are being answered, and a few more fears are being assuaged. But don't worry, I'm sure I'll be back to normal in a few days, worrying my hair white, as usual.