Pumello

I'm spending the next hour listening to Pandora play me songs by Jack Johnson and Sarah Harmer and other similarly mellow folky chillaxin' music, and peeling my pumello. For those of you who haven't experienced the mad delicousness that is pumello, it's a giant grapefruity thing that smells kinda like farts when you peel it (so says Ryan, which is why I'm peeling it at school instead of at home) and tastes like sweet lime. Take a look... doesn't it make your mouth water?

I'd rather spend an hour peeling this delicious fruit than one more minute worrying about my thesis. I logged a solid week worrying about my old advisor and her feelings about my ethics application, and seriously, I'm exhausted. Stupid, stupid, stupid... yet again I learn the lesson that energy spent worrying is energy wasted (although I think I was rightfully worried, it was still an utter waste of my energy).
It's all worked out, and I'm getting the much-fretted-over signature at 2:00pm, so between now and then I'm going to do nothing but eat citrus. And breath a sigh of relief.