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.

 
Napstress Extrodinaire

Because I made the fatal mistake of drinking more than one of Angela's legendary, toxic, and so cheap Long Island Ice Teas last night - shudder - I spent from 9am - 2pm napping following up on a near miserable 8am lecture. I think I am becoming a border line invalid because the daily routine usually consists of coming home, putting on my PJs and getting horizontal. Blankets and sex and the city are usually involved. Maybe I should get a job or something because I am being way too unproductive. At least if I had a job, I could justify buying more Sex and the City or my upcoming European vacation could be more splendific.

Watson is finally done. It leaves my hand tomorrow - and that was all she wrote. Please, please, please, I really want this. That's about it, Republic and then bedtime... Presidency Class at 8am, sharp.
posted by lmjasinski at 11:43 PM