Tuesday, routine, studies
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As if such self-consciousness is a motivator or something, I noticed that I haven't written too many entries on Tuesday. In the semester just begun, it's mainly because the early part of the week my "free" time is consumed with readings: this week about Brazilian travistis and about silences inherent in western production of history. None of the tensions, quirky happenings, or clever observations that might give my journal entries some zing. So I tend to stay quiet.
If only I could stay quiet in class, instead of making lame comments or posing asinine questions.
In email contact this week with Joe Feliciano, mentioned a few days back, and with Johanna. Second-guessing myself about each, as if my mere desire to be in touch and know how they're doing is suspect.
Yeah, I'm in a weird state of mind. Weird state of being.
Winter restlessness. It's been too damn cold out.
Dinner tomorrow with my sweetie. Like the fox and the prince meeting at the designated hour...
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As if such self-consciousness is a motivator or something, I noticed that I haven't written too many entries on Tuesday. In the semester just begun, it's mainly because the early part of the week my "free" time is consumed with readings: this week about Brazilian travistis and about silences inherent in western production of history. None of the tensions, quirky happenings, or clever observations that might give my journal entries some zing. So I tend to stay quiet.
If only I could stay quiet in class, instead of making lame comments or posing asinine questions.
In email contact this week with Joe Feliciano, mentioned a few days back, and with Johanna. Second-guessing myself about each, as if my mere desire to be in touch and know how they're doing is suspect.
Yeah, I'm in a weird state of mind. Weird state of being.
Winter restlessness. It's been too damn cold out.
Dinner tomorrow with my sweetie. Like the fox and the prince meeting at the designated hour...
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