shivering
I’m silly and tottery with strange brain fatigue and will even so need extra time to finish, I think. But one portfolio is done—twenty pages of revisions, each one like pulling out a molar with bare fingers—and I’ll try to do as much as I can of the Introduction to Doctoral Studies portfolio tomorrow.
I’m shaky and nauseated the way I always get when my brain has been asked to actually pull its weight, but I’m not as crushed with sadness as I was when I woke up. I didn’t go running though, and feel guilty about that. Probably also doesn’t help that I haven’t moved from the computer for hours, pausing only 1) to eat instant Thai noodles and instant peach oatmeal and drink several cups of tea, also 2) to argue energetically and pointlessly with the neighbor about a really dumb Failbook post (about which argument I would feel worse, except other people argued about it too, 3) to be hilarious with Ms. Moi on Goodreads (about movies, of course, not books), 4) to listen to F’s awesome radio show and chair-dance exuberantly, and last but not least 5) to play with the cat by wiggling my fingers mysteriously under the covers until she seriously clobbered me (of course) and now I’m wearing Hello Kitty bandaids (plural) which are making it hard to type.
Those 20 pages of revisions came a lot harder than I would have thought.
All this mentation and ridiculous activity has helped me stave off tears for many hours, and left me shaky and bilious, but that’s totally preferable to being randomly reaccosted by grief. Yay last week of the semester yay!
What do you think—is Malik a stalker, is Taylor a biatch? My answer is, yes.
