There's nothing that I have to say,
You've never heard a duller day.

--Samuel Hoffenstein


Tuesday, March 23, 1999
Misc. (and Bouts Rimes II)

I ended up staying up all night Monday night, which, in retrospect, is not the brightest move I could have made.

I had planned to do my art homework tonight. I forgot, however, that I had a wedding to go to -- a cousin of mine was getting married in Brooklyn.

In the meantime, I'd gotten no sleep Monday night, and less than usual on Sunday night.

And I couldn't even get a few hours of sleep in the afternoon, 'cause I needed to get a copy of a particular handout from my English 399 professor during his office hour. I ended up grabbing a short, semi-conscious nap in the hallway near the English department offices before he showed up.

Anyway, the wedding was okay, and I got home around 1 AM, at which point I notified my notify list that there wasn't going to be an entry so quickly, and then zonked out for the next ten hours or so. But now I'm getting ahead of myself. :-)



Instead, let me backtrack a bit to Monday. Before the whole philosophy thing, I went to see my counselor on campus again.

'Twasn't a bad session. We're still laying the groundwork; this time around I got into my childhood, my relationship with my parents, my suicidal fantasies during high school, and other fun stuff like that. I'm not sure how much of that I want to get into here, though.

I think I'll just pass that stuff on to my notify list, actually.

So, if you want to be added, or only want to get the extra details, but not the notices every time I update, let me know. Sorry about that, but I think I've just found out where one of my lines is drawn.

But, in a nutshell, I'm sorting some things out, and I have another appointment for next Monday, and that much is well with the world.

(Now, why do I suspect my philosophy class is going to be on the agenda next week?)



This being an otherwise pathetic entry, let me throw in a few more "Bouts Rimes." Columbine has created a monster, I fear...

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I wonder, who are they to criticize?

Whose woods these are, I think I know;
He's loosed the hounds! I'd better go.

Wild nights -- Wild nights!
Dull days. Love bites.

Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright,
Who on Earth set you alight?



Oh, yeah. There was a sign on the bulletin board outside the English Dept. advertising for an Editorial Assistant. So I called before class. It seems to be a short-term thing, but it'd be right up my alley. I revised and faxed out my resume shortly after class, and we'll see what happens...

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