| You have to fall in love with hanging around words.
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| I don't think I really have anything to say. Work sucked today. I unpacked some stuff, but not enough of it. I spent an hour in the waiting room at CAPS reading, which may have been the highlight of today. I've been reading instead of studying and it's wonderful, probably the second-best method of procrastination. I'm hoping to get some of both that and the first-best done tonight. And also to write a huge chunk of my psych paper that's due Thursday night. That would be good.
Words
as slippery as smooth grapes,
words exploding in the light
like dormant seeds waiting
in the vaults of vocabulary,
alive again, and giving life:
once again the heart distills them.
- Pablo Neruda
I forget that reading is about words, too. I want to do more of it.
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| Back to school... only two classes left, so I damn well better do well on these finals, that's all I can say.
It hasn't started off well--I spent most of yesterday and all of today lying on the floor. (Also took a bath... which shouldn't really count for anything because it's just more lying.) I'm still exhausted. I'd be drinking coffee and nodding off simultaneously. blehhhhhh.
Also, when I got home on Friday there was a camel cricket in my room. I put a cup over it and a D battery on top of the cup, but I haven't gotten any further than that. I don't know why I have such a problem with those bugs. Even insects that can actually hurt me I'm less afraid of than camel crickets. I think that's probably what set my weekend off on the wrong foot. Arriving at an empty house is one thing, but arriving at a house with a camel cricket in your bedroom is quite another.
Thanks to the opportunity afforded by the bath, I found the leak in my thermarest, so... I'll be patching that soon, hopefully. Another reason to go to an office supply store. I need more rat bedding, too. Why are the convenient stores not closer to town? I don't really know that many people with cars. It was fine this summer when I could drive to the places I couldn't bike, but now I just put off going anywhere because I don't want to ask for a ride or figure out the town buses.
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| And there's no reason why I shouldn't.
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| Okay... what makes me so secure in this in the first place? I've never, ever been like this. I don't know what is myself and what is medication screwing with my brain and I hate it.
On the bright side, I'm quite secure-feeling.
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