dueling realities

After work, I spent an hour journaling at Muggswigz, and then went to see (500) Days of Summer alone. With a bag of popcorn buttery goodness, I tried to lose myself in the movie, but thesis thinking kept creeping in, which made me feel guilty for not spending more time perfecting the work I've already done or writing the introduction that still needs to be added before I can send it to my committee. At Lydia's going away party, all I could think about was my own fast-approaching departure, the books that I still need to read, the film I still need to finish, the packing/cleaning to be done, and a thousand other menial tasks that seem impossible to complete before take off...