"I'm a man who thrives on learning; we only have one life to live. We throw that one away, and what is there left?"
I have so much work to do, but for some reason (or really, just one reason), I'm absolutely incapable of doing *anything* today. I can't even think straight. That email from an old prof that's been languishing in my inbox for several months but that I *swore* I would answer today? Still there, along with the other few I'd planned to write today (hi Katie!). As for working on my thesis, well um, I read a few articles. Have I found my argument yet? Ha. Have I finished the paper I just found out I have to do for one of my courses? Nu-uh.
What
have I done, you ask? Mostly, writhed in pain and cursed my gender. Also, I tried to think about other things, like why Amazon thinks I want to buy books like
An Introduction to Aqueous Electrolyte Solutions, especially since I haven't taken a chemistry class since before Amazon came into existence. I thought about
koosh balls, and how I want one, but not in a Rosie way. Knowing me, I probably still have one in a box in storage at my parents' house, but that certainly doesn't do me any good right now. I might have semi-watched a couple of classic bad movies (
Howard the Duck and
Glen or Glenda), but if I did, I was mostly annoyed at the first, because it wasn't really even a good bad movie, and I was reminded by the second just how much I enjoy the works Edward D. Wood Jr. I think my favorite part would be taking note of all of his money-saving techniques; the man was nothing if not resourceful.
I even tried finishing the post I started on Saturday, but as previously stated I'm all addlebrained which resulted in a hot mess of boring, so I will recap it Reader's Digest-style: spent a second day giving a tour to some neighbors of my parents, and while it was fun, the socio-economic differences were noticeable: a woman's horror at my joke about being a size 10, or the stores visited for souvenir-shopping (the Chanel flagship store v. an out-of-the-way boutique). Also,"
show" was used. Now you have missed nothing; at least shorter means you're bored for a smaller period of time. I wrote this post thinking it would get me started - sometimes when it comes to writing you just have to start, right? - but since it's now almost midnight and it's taken me literally all day (or at least the part of the day during which I wasn't curled up in the fetal position), I suspect I won't actually get much written today.
Except for this. And what have we learned? Lea Thompson can sing better than you'd think, but plots about 3-foot-tall alien ducks aren't nearly as entertaining as you'd hope. An American size 10 is so fat that it inspires rich women to involuntarily convulse. And apparently, my body hates me.
