Rachel Reports Life

• Page 11 of psych paper. Still not done. I never want to write about Jews or Palestinians or Birthright or empathy ever ever again.
• First legitimate weights session in like … almost three months last night. You know the ab machine that you sit on and do trunk rotations? Yeah. Every muscle in my torso is screaming profanities, as are my arms. I hate you, squiggle bar.
• One grande dark roast, a tomato/mozz sandwich and a parfait later, I think Starbucks thinks I’ve moved in. This bench and I are getting reeeeeeal cozy.
• Biddies. Everywhere. I don’t know if I’ve always been this cynical about the wealth in NW DC or if Israel’s just made me hyper-aware and more inclined to be annoyed by it.
• Boxes in UPS store. No car with which to move them to my dorm. Guess I’m never really moving in?

Yes, first-world problems, just let me complain for a minute… or five.