Really??

Being referred to as a "drinking buddy" by the guy I have been seeing and really like is a new low in my life.

As for my day preceding that conversation: yet another - 6th in 2 weeks - meeting with my adviser, where, once I again, I was told that my productivity has really not been stellar (not sure how I submitted a paper, maybe pulled all the data out of my ass). I really just couldn't take it anymore and went on a smaller rant, to which he was relatively receptive and maybe this is what I should have done right when this whole craziness started, but in any case, I told him that I thought he had been completely unfair with me and how counter productive this whole thing was becoming. And much more... I felt incredibly angry, but somewhat satisfied as well. I am just not sure where to go from here, where to find any motivation.

Trying to let go of the anger now. Yoga, cooking, laundry.

Life goes on. I will finish my paper and will shove it up my adviser's ass.

Men can all go to hell. Drinking buddies, my ass, who needs that?

Not doing a good job letting go of my anger... taking a deep breath now, and calmness...