Not to Exhaustion. Yet.

I'm assuming that you sometimes have to be okay and content when you've done all you can do on any certain project, task, or towards a goal. I'm just not sure when you figure that out. Not related to that at all, I have a lot of school work to accomplish in the next six weeks. There are two classes (one on comic books, another dealing with world political geography) on top of the full-time, stressful job, and what I hope is a wonderful summer. As I delve further into class material, I think that I'm going to wonder why there is not an infertility/pregnancy graphic novel. So far, I think a graphic novel would be a wonderful medium/format through with to tell the story of women and their reproductive freedom/choices/attempts. Yes, I too have noticed my lusty love affair with the backslash and I will try to keep it more under wraps.

I'm still tired and still busy and am finding myself in love with a posting by Mel entitled Emotionally Busy. I think it is one of the many things I've found that explains part of how I feel sometimes (lots of qualifiers in that sentence - only meaning that I am probably the only one that can pinpoint exactly how I feel). She does mention that each month (failed cycle) is another opportunity for grief and lost hope.

I had something worthwhile to post about, two things that were coherent and structured, but I lost them somewhere in the mid afternoon. I'll be back if I find them. Ooh, I kind of remember one topic - it dealt with sex and I might have to think it through a little more. Loaded subject, sex is.