Food turns to ashes in my mouth, drink to acid. Physical labor is exhausting but not exhilerating. Tasks are accomplished. Conversations are held. Nothing satisfies me. I want love, but love is tedium. Thrills produce in me only a vague sense of unease. I want to feel whole, but know that I am incomplete. I really need to finish my thesis.
HTGAMIT is coming along. Really, at this point, I can't be bothered to talk about it more than that. Joe wrote something clever for Voo Doo (which I will worry about helping him edit, but later). Aside from purchasing tickets and a box-share, I'm putting off preparing for Burning Man.
I'm going to put on pants and go work now. At least I slept last night. Nightmares, though. Luckily, I didn't remember them. Dollars to donuts it was something about how I'd never get my repeat detection algorithm working because MKT hated me and wouldn't let me download her PHP debugger, or something.
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1 comment:
i had nightmares today.
of my nalgene being destroyed beyond all possible excuse and people blaming me for freezing it but it not actually being possible to have been frozen b/c it was in my bag and broke there. so i was trying to make some excuse about ductile to brittle transition in plastics and how this couldn't be so they started searching my bag, saying i was too liberal. and my mom was there and i hated her and hit her... and headley just looked at me unapprovingly. and i was struggling to get free, and the anti-liberal police just kept finding reasons to keep me and/or charge me lots of money that i didn't have. and a bunch of hipster knitters and a fake bright eyes concert was involved. and i was so full of hate. ungh. so i woke up all flustered and red-eyed and went to jimmy hot dogs and had "dinner". i mean... i guess you can consider hot dogs "dinner". i'm not sure. maybe i can get a paper written tonight. maybe. i'll try.
it was good to see you last night.
good luck with work
maybe we can come out of this whole.
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