I call bullshit.

I have been a bit quiet on the blog post front of late. I have been doing lots, and enjoying my downtime from work which is very frenetic at the moment. My PhD completion seminar is coming up on Thursday, so that is on my mind.

I am much more wont to document on my inner world rather than what I do - many on my blogroll have a very compelling way of talking about their everyday tasks, making them sing and shine.

I am a bit loath to document too much of my inner world at the moment, because I fear it will get a bit boring. Also I think my inner self is getting Tourette's.

Normally I am quite a tolerant person, and I go with the flow. I am good at chillin'. At the moment, there is a very narrow threshold between relaxed and unhinged ("I need to slam my face into some chocolate and a vat of wine" / muttering curse words under my breath / sentence non-completion / sighing). This is my manifestation of stress, I think.

When I get stressed, lots of things are bullshit. The number of bullshit things is higher than usual at the moment.

Here is a list, including (but not limited to):

• The row of zits around my jaw and neck, kind of like a sore pimply necklace (inexplicably my face has cleared up).
• The weather. Melbourne had gotten the Autumn memo, switching on Mar 1 to cool nights and crisp days. However, the next few days are going to be muggy and stormy. I have some important engagements coming up and I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO WEAR FOR THEM!
• That person in the office who is passive aggressive and bone-idle. Every office has one. I am suffering paroxysms of rage.
• The very up in the air nature of some parts of my job.
• The fear of getting torn a new one at my presentation (it's just a fear rather than actuality, but still...)
• Joe Hockey on Q and A last night. 
• Having my work helper go off sick and having to do a whole bunch of stuff all on my own.
• Those knots in my back and butt that my foam roller massager just can't undo.
• Jumping rope at crossfit. It makes me very self-conscious.
• Going to the dentist. It was a dentist I hadn't seen before and I found him a bit creepy. Be gone, creepy dentist.

Bullshit, I tell you.

Gratitude always offsets an attack of Bullshit fever. There have been good things, including (but not limited to):

• On a whim I signed up for a beginner's Yoga course. The first class was fab. I felt very virtuous and serene.
• I had a paper accepted for an oral presentation at an international conference.
• I am due to meet up with a bloggy friend and some other crackerjack ladies at a trivia night (I bloody love trivia nights)
• Lena Dunham's book "Not that kind of girl". She is the bomb dot com.
• Doing a pull up at cross-fit (ok it was assisted by a large rubber band and I only pulled up to eye level but still....)

What do you call bullshit on at the moment?