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.

 
I am so sick and so miserable. I have a fever, a sore throat, my eyes are puffy and runny with goop, and I am congested to high heaven. The good news is that my fears that I have an ulcer have lessened - but just about everything else is terrible. I have no idea what to do about the weekend, but even now, it's hard to stand up.

If this isn't the flu... it's something worse.
posted by lmjasinski at 11:11 AM