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I'm not sure if it's the chemicals or the mental intensity or the fact that we're cutting into a dead body, but dissection just drains me. I leave feeling that I've lost some part of myself that I think I liked. And then I have to do something to get that part back, to feel alive again. So far, things that worked include: 1) getting a haircut; 2) coloring with a friend; 3) knitting, to some extent. Today, I haven't quite been able to shake it. I took a long, long, steamy shower, and I've been cuddling with the cat while attempting to do work, but I still feel slightly broken. Unfortunately, the fumes mess with my ability to have satisfying workouts, or I could try that. I'm hoping that after grocery shopping and maybe a change of study scenery, I'll click back into myself.
Meanwhile, I'm obsessively listening to Liz Phair in preparation for her concert on Friday. And I hate myself for connecting most with "Why Can't I?," the bad, sell-out song from a couple of summers ago. Um, but I still really like "Supernova" from her real days, so it's okay, right?
Meanwhile, I'm obsessively listening to Liz Phair in preparation for her concert on Friday. And I hate myself for connecting most with "Why Can't I?," the bad, sell-out song from a couple of summers ago. Um, but I still really like "Supernova" from her real days, so it's okay, right?