Look with your eyes, not with your hands.


Such a minute fraction of this life do we live: so much is sleep, tooth-brushing, waiting for mail, for metamorphosis, for those sudden moments of incandescence: unexpected, but once one knows them, one can live life in the light of their past and the hope of their future.



A grad student muses on her life, film, friends, politics, reality televizzle, and music.

 
one anxiety attack and a side of fries...

I just feel an anxiety attack coming on. I've lost track of time, for, um, we'll call it 3 days. I have a lot of crap to do and all I seem to do is run unnecessary errands and pick up the slop hole of a room I live in.. .or at least sort of live in because I spend very little time here. I have to chair a hearing tonight - cursed trouble makers!, most likely skip a china screening, prepare my Minimalism lecture tomorrow (a favor I agreed to do for my thesis advisor - only now I realize how much I don't want to do it), I have to do my laundry, in a bad way....

And basically everything else on the to do list remains "to [be] done."

It sucks, I am sorry to whine, but it's basically the only thing to say. Tomorrow my weekend of partying like it's 1999 is scheduled to kick off, but I guess I need to pull a close to all nighter and redeem myself in the world of academic obligations.

off to serve justice.

song of the day, anything by Martin Sexton.
posted by lmjasinski at 4:08 PM