burnt

All day today has been an exercise in pain. I don't know why, although I'm starting to suspect chronic hunger, but I have been super tired since Monday night when I stayed up late journaling and watching 2046. Today though, the alarm went off at 5:00 and I didn't even open my eyes when I got up to turn it off. I drank black tea and kombucha throughout the day until I could feel my insides churning with activity and buzz, but my head was still sooo slooow and wrapped in a small but thumping pain. Why is it that consciousness is so difficult sometimes?

Otherwise though, it's been a good week. Very ineffecient and langorous with the work, but it's been happening, which is what counts ultimately. However, each day has been longer starred with decreasing mobility in my neck and increasing fatigue. I'm very nervous about the impending weekend-: Michael and I are going up to my home town, staying with my parents, meeting the rest of my family and so on and so forth. But I'm also very excited to drag him all over town and show him all the little walks I love. It's going to be the fab--so long as we aren't too totally sleep-deprived!


THE LISTS

to do work: integrate castells into theory section. write hypersexuality section. Rewrite from beginning through performatic writing section. type up khan. start organizing files.
done! Typed up khan.Integrated Castells. Wrote Hypersexuality section Revised from the beginning through bourdieu and butler.

to do life: Pay down debt (currently $2,326.09). Procure dog. Redo taxes. Do fafsa. Send siff letter. Repot ginko tree and cactus. Dishes. Call Ford re tix. Call kombucha makers re bottle recyclying. Read Theri's paper. Fix beddinge with new screw.
done! Dishes. Journal. Got For tix.

to do blitz: sarah, marilyn, giulia, irmary, mariana, dar, nv, robin, fl, ek, sf, marzena, thérèse, hen, dorith.
blitzed! kris and katie. obvs not on my list. dorith.


Netflixed: 2046. I know this movie didn't make quite splash that was expected of it at Cannes in 2004, but I thought it was beautiful. Like most of Wan Kar Wai's stuff, the possibility for happiness seemed pretty minimal. And there seemed to be a symmetry between being able to disengage and being unable to engage. The conceit of 2046 as a simultaneous time space was awfully corny though as were the androids, the parody of which had already been anticipated years ago in Austin Powers.