I'm reading Slaughterhouse Five right now and I'm struck by how Vonnegut looks at the concept of time. It's got me thinking about some things ( Read more... )

Same as always, there's nothing in the world to worry about, but I seem to be stressing over the littlest things. What a waste of energy ( Read more... )

There is nothing better than going to bed at night and not having any reason to set your alarm for the next morning. I slept until 12:30 this afternoon. Besides the slight pang of guilt I felt for wasting a fewa hours of my day off, I felt great. My sore throat was gone, my eyes didn't hurt for the first time in a week, and my mood was sunny ( Read more... )

So, I might be going to China in October. The only two things preventing this from happening is the very likely possibility that the SUNY budget can't afford to send us, and the fact that I'm auditioning for Mark again on Monday. Were I to, eek, get the job I wouldn't be available for the China trip ( Read more... )

All of my residents are now living on my floor. Many of my friends are now back on campus and it finally seems like the year is about to begin. Now I just want to be done with Nelly's performance in the city and the upcoming *eek* Mark Morris audition so that I can really get back into the swing of things ( Read more... )

I'm back on campus. Hmmmm.

I think there is something seriously wrong with me these days. I feel like my brain is turning into mush. My numerous theories as to why this is include failing eyesight, lack of mental stimulation, brain tumour, and aging. I know, it's totally insane to feel this way, but something is just not right! It's been really bothering me and it makes me ( Read more... )

This Saturday. Woke up. Four hours of sleep. Six drinks last night. Walking down Eighth Avenue. Puke in garbage can three times. Take Subway home. Barf on subway. Fall into bed. Am ashamed of myself.

Things to look forward to: Responsive inner thighs
A big honking pay cheque
Leftovers tonight

Right now I am reading two books. The first is a Russian classic and, as the back cover claims, regarded by many as the quintessential novel. It is Anna Karenina, and it is incredible. Tolstoy has a total knack for explaining the weird thought and awkward feelings you experience in your life but have no idea what to call them. Everything he writes ( Read more... )

Yesterday: Puck ( Read more... )