"monsters cannot be announced"

Feb 07, 2007 22:11

"I decided then I don't want anyone. The heart is paper and any jerk with half a face can call you a name and turn it to ashes."
--Bryan Charles, Grab On to Me Tightly as if I Knew the Way

The trial finally began and my father finished his direct and cross examinations and it went smooth as silk. He is urging me to write my thesis but I cannot move it. I have never experienced such a horrible mental block.

My mother is vaguely aware of my existence. Two days after my meeting with an alumnus from Clark University she read aloud a postcard noting that the school wold like to interview me.

I have mountains and mountains of reading to do and I feel miserable. My schedule got ruined and I slept nearly ten hours last night.

I need a confidant but I would have to save someone's life for them to owe me something like that. I hate breaking my glasses.

I love Jacques Derrida. I hate James Joyce. I admire Eugene Debs.

I say I'm not superstitious, but I am loathe to sleep with my wristwatch on.

Things are falling off the shelves in my head faster than I can replace them.
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