Saturday Morning, Early
Well, Agnes, darling, I've failed utterly in updating you of late. I've had a very black week-and-a-half, and have found much of what is commonly referred to as "basic functioning" very difficult. Today I have felt inexplicably much better, but the two acid tests are yet to come: Surviving my last day of Shimer class tomorrow (well, later today, anyway) and bucking up and finding an apartment with Jane. Like the horrid, wretched coward I am, I am postponing all subsequent apartment finding until after Jane returns. I don't trust myself to be able to come to a decent decision in my current, vaguely non-functional state. But I digress, because thinking about my recent bouts of extreme incompetence and inability/unwillingness to do anything at all is enough to send me into fits of frothing rage.
Like I said, though, right now, in this early A.M. hour, I'm feeling OK. I've spent the past while with Abram - whom I now owe two stories - and we just finished watching Bubba Ho-tep. Lovely film, that. Bloody lovely! We went on a long walk earlier, and to a used book store.
Anyway, I feel guilty about all sorts of things, and want to apologize, but instead I'm going to keep my dignity and use this roundabout method to let out my guilt. Because most of the things I feel guilty about are bizarre, contrived and would doubtlessly require many, many words of explanation. So, we must let dignity be our watchword.
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In other news, I feel lovelorn and jittery.
Feeling lovelorn and jittery since 1986,
--mark
Like I said, though, right now, in this early A.M. hour, I'm feeling OK. I've spent the past while with Abram - whom I now owe two stories - and we just finished watching Bubba Ho-tep. Lovely film, that. Bloody lovely! We went on a long walk earlier, and to a used book store.
Anyway, I feel guilty about all sorts of things, and want to apologize, but instead I'm going to keep my dignity and use this roundabout method to let out my guilt. Because most of the things I feel guilty about are bizarre, contrived and would doubtlessly require many, many words of explanation. So, we must let dignity be our watchword.
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In other news, I feel lovelorn and jittery.
Feeling lovelorn and jittery since 1986,
--mark