People come to me for all sorts of advice all the time. This I don't mind, for I'm fairly good at what I do. I can comfort, I can give the advice that they seek, and I can be honest with them. However, just as Amélie needs someone to straighten out her life, where is my shoulder to cry on? Where is my giver of advice? Do I have one? Sometimes I wonder if I'm meant to wander about, adviceless, without anyone to pour my heart out to. After all, I have Dr. Nbook. Why do I need a human? There are some things that other humans need to hear, as I've found out over the years. Sometimes I feel like I shouldn't unload on the people I'm offering advice to, but other times that sounds like a good idea. What's a girl to do?
I also have an SEC meeting at noon and a math LA meeting at one. Let's hope the first meeting is short.