Don’t read this if you’re not a voyeur, it’s going to be very uninteresting and journal-ish. I may just be documenting this for my own decompression’s sake.
Mondays are going to be very tough for the next 13 weeks. I learned that today. I (should) get up at 6:45, work until 2:30, go to classes from 3-8:30, and then brave the bus or take the not-so-scenic 40 minute walk home. I chose walking. Now I am finally relaxed in my ‘fort’ with a glass of wine and some herbal platitude feeling the desire to write but not necessarily have to think about it. I figured imnotme was the place to do just that.
So, this semester I am taking Intro To Writing Fiction and Asian Philosophy. Both conceptual walks in the park, though I have been additionally blessed by two extroardinarily competent instructors who are also both gifted facilitators and lectors. This, of course, translates into more challenging work, and more challenging work. Not what I had hoped from the course titles. I figured I could doodle my way to a 4.0 for the term.
Oh well. A. and I have been living in the aforementioned ‘fort’, which is our office turned snuggle-pen via streaming netflix movies on my computer aimed at the bed that was not always in the middle of our office. It’s a cramped, but cozy place. So cozy we even watched 2 seasons of Family Ties. And liked it. This is also the only room in our ginormous apartment that has air-conditioning, which neither of us are huge proponents of, though it’s aided the desperate-crack-addict appetite we’ve had for fits of snuggling and various other pillow-and-blanket oriented tasks.
Getting high does improve both my writing, and my reading. I’m sure of it. Hehe.
I’m going to abandoned this now and go let my friend in the house.
