Apr 08, 2007 15:18
From my list of things which would entertain me and are unlikely to occur (it isn't really a list, but one day I'll start writing these things down):
Somewhere around page 47 my project will transform itself into a script for a musical. Anyone got a rhyme for "dissociation?"
I'm also toying with the idea of beginning the Dostoevsky chapter with something along the lines of: "Well, basically this book is long. Really, really, damn long." Marina would probably prefer that I talk about epilepsy and Levinas instead.
I've spent my very last spring break (somehow I don't imagine grad school vacations as including that burden of finding someplace sunny and exciting to wreak some havoc) amidst New York's lazy-ass excuse for springtime. Flurries on an April afternoon? Unacceptable.
In five months I'm going to need a job and a home in Chicago. Does that feel real yet? Nope.