Ok, so I haven't used the 'holy trinity' of meds to ward off the cold. Was feeling all right, that is until I came into school. What the fuck? Well I have to go to work nonetheless, and then there's this thing about class...we'll see how I feel by 2pm when I leave work - whether the nap or the class will do me better. I am not usually like that, but all the same, if my brain is wax, then there will not be much point in going.
What else? I have yet to begin another paper -- and I have to do that soonly. One for philo of religion, that is due before I leave for break, that ideally (*as in there is no fucking way, but I like to be an idealist sometimes to offset my pessimism / realism) I would like to finish this week. Then again, that requires beginning the paper. I have been sorta distracted, and have been thinking out 2 /3 papers at the same time...one on aesthetics which may include a little bit of T.S. Eliot, and one on Kierkegaard and Nietzsche...slated to be about the individual / despair. Seems like a common theme for myself (at least in terms of writings).
Well off to work to clockwatch in the back of my head as I put out tons of shirts!
It seems that all my valiant efforts at warding off illness have been thwarted...the sore throat is present, and even a little of the stage two sniffle. What the hell? I guess this happens when my roommate and many coworkers are sick. But it's so beautiful outside. Grrr. But I have taken some theraflu nighttime, so I am ready for class. (Why am I the only one who can take Nyquil or other nighttime meds and still be fine to go about my day *and operate heavy machinery? Mystery still unsolved, but I have always been this way.)
"Yea I know who you remind me of / this girl I think I used to know / and I see her when the days got colder, on those days when it felt like snow / you know i even think that she smiled like you / she used to just stand there and smile / and roll her eyes right up to heaven / and stay like that for quite a while / and she used to fall down a lot / that girl was always falling again and again / and I used to sometimes try to catch her / but never even caught her name." - The Cure, "Catch"
Well, I did go to class. Somehow my conscience gets the best of me time and time again. But as I was running a bit late (as I had to shower and drive to class) I bypassed my campus' bad parking situation and parked in Starbucks hoping against hope that I would not be towed (as a sign stares me in the eye talking about how to reclaim my car if it has been towed). But I parked there anyway. Rachel has done it tons of times...it should be fine.
And it was.
I can't believe it is already Sunday. How fucked up. I have a lot of writing to start in on, oh wait, after the reading.
Dinner on Friday was awesome - went out with some grad students, Gregg (aesthetics professor) and the speaker. Goooood food. Wasabi crusted tuna. Double chocolate torte. Wine, drinks, the whole package. Woo.
But now it is Sunday, and my hair has been chopped off (shorter than any point in recent memory). We'll see how all this goes.
