May 17, 2006 12:39
Been terribly busy. Yes I can say that safely without getting visions of leisurely moments. Last year, in the summer, I wrote about the work I'd got - preparing a document for an NGO, well, this time, my mother accepted the same kind of work under the same people without knowing what she was really getting into.
Now as soon as I come back home,there is a laptop waiting and I have to the same work. Its slowed down now, but earlier I wasn't even allowed to sleep in peace and when I'd finally get to bed I'd dream of preparing documents for SIDA and of Treatment Notes [ horrible, horrible things ] and other awful things.
All that coupled with a ridiculous sense of restlessness [ fuck I can't even write a sentence without using phrases like -
- " arising due to"
- " resusltant"
- " owing its origins to" ... ]
well, due a sense of restlessness owing its origins to a ridiculously opressive presence of that - that that in my head.
And now i have to back to work.
Childhood, anyone? Teenage?
jbf,
work