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I have not had the best day - probably the single really nice thing that happened was that my prof told me I could turn in my lab notebook on Thursday. On the other side, I had a headache since I woke up and the one thing I was looking forward to got cancelled - now all I have is homework and grading to do.
I watched Fight Club, though, which is appropriate. I am Jack's Wasted Life. I am feeling aggressive and like hitting something, and remember kids, if you must hit a wall, use the flat of your hand.
Elisabeth used to always say "channel your anger at Papa into something productive" and it NEVER WORKED. I can't use frustration to get anything useful done, all I manage is a bit of angsty poetry or a painting that strides from chaos to pattern but that is USELESS because I haven't the will or the patience to publish or sell even if the produced art turns out to be something fantastic. Not to mention the fact that it tends to be transient.
I just had a very familiar conversation with a well-meaning friend, which goes nowhere because she says the same things that everyone does because they are echoes not just of events but of how I describe events. What she says can only be right if I am right. It's happening again, my head is ringing with deja vu, and I SWEAR I'm still getting younger and younger.
I watched Fight Club, though, which is appropriate. I am Jack's Wasted Life. I am feeling aggressive and like hitting something, and remember kids, if you must hit a wall, use the flat of your hand.
Elisabeth used to always say "channel your anger at Papa into something productive" and it NEVER WORKED. I can't use frustration to get anything useful done, all I manage is a bit of angsty poetry or a painting that strides from chaos to pattern but that is USELESS because I haven't the will or the patience to publish or sell even if the produced art turns out to be something fantastic. Not to mention the fact that it tends to be transient.
I just had a very familiar conversation with a well-meaning friend, which goes nowhere because she says the same things that everyone does because they are echoes not just of events but of how I describe events. What she says can only be right if I am right. It's happening again, my head is ringing with deja vu, and I SWEAR I'm still getting younger and younger.
