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As if Chicago wasn't horrible enough recently, tonight it tried to pull some "keep me from escaping" bullshit. To no avail. If you think three hours of "just a few more minute" delays can deter me from evading your wind-chilly wiles, you are wrong, Chi-town.
The flight was pretty horrible, though. I decided today was a good day to start reading Mrs. Dalloway (which, by the way, is incredible. That Virginia Woolf, she's not bad.), which on its own fills you with a really odd sense of proportion and magnitude, and then reading it at several thousand feet just becomes a mindfuck. I fell asleep halfway through the flight, and woke up to some awful turbulence. I had been in the middle of a nightmare. About what, you ask? I was pleading with the English department to reverse their decision to invite Camile Paglia as their writer in residence next year. So in moments of mortal peril, when death is imminent, my greatest fear is still conservative-in-sheep's-clothing pundits and anti-feminists, not the fate of my soul or anything.
My baby sister is getting bat mitzvahed day after tomorrow. I'm ancient.
The flight was pretty horrible, though. I decided today was a good day to start reading Mrs. Dalloway (which, by the way, is incredible. That Virginia Woolf, she's not bad.), which on its own fills you with a really odd sense of proportion and magnitude, and then reading it at several thousand feet just becomes a mindfuck. I fell asleep halfway through the flight, and woke up to some awful turbulence. I had been in the middle of a nightmare. About what, you ask? I was pleading with the English department to reverse their decision to invite Camile Paglia as their writer in residence next year. So in moments of mortal peril, when death is imminent, my greatest fear is still conservative-in-sheep's-clothing pundits and anti-feminists, not the fate of my soul or anything.
My baby sister is getting bat mitzvahed day after tomorrow. I'm ancient.