On the Brink
My night was shot by distracting emails that took more effort than they were worth. I had a long day without any downtime and a lecture tonight where I started out too tired in the beginning and was just a worn down nub of coffee grounds by the end. I started watching
Sans Soleil last night and it's incredible and perfect and poetic and postmodern and the perfect side-companion with so many conversations I've had (recently) with myself. I am determined to finish it now, despite my waning awakeness.
My frustrations seem to be mounting over the hiccup of a romantic life I had in Madison. I seem to have a knack for snagging, or at least snagging interest, in categorically unavailable men. It is no one's fault, it's just a matter of terrible timing and a curse that follows too closely on my heels. With this recurring problem, the relationship just fizzles before it gets going - and maybe I am throwing in the towel too early and maybe things will surprise me and turn around - but in any case, I've been reintroduced to some nagging characters from my past - namely gaps in time / space that make everything border on the impossible. For some reason, I am of the school that things that are designed to be fun and enhance the daily grind shouldn't require this much work... I am willing to hold out and be patient, but, things should be easier.
Midterm next Tuesday and a paper due the week after... I ain't leaving my apartment much this weekend.
posted by lmjasinski at 11:18 PM
