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Tuesday, January 18, 2005
hazy shade of winter

At the end of the summer, the first day of classes seems more exciting. Today was just irritating. Maybe because I haven't bought new notebooks yet, or because my books for my class haven't shipped yet from amazon? Maybe because I have been working every day since 12/29 anyway and I love campus so much more without thousands of undergrads running around (without hats, talking on their cells in 10 degree weather!). So, today was just another day at work. Maybe tomorrow I'll buy a new notebook before trudging up the hill for my first seminar meeting. I have been very melancholy lately. I had a sad dream last night that everyone I knew was going out to dinner and doing other fun things and I had to watch all the fun from that outsider vantage point that I always have in dreams. Anyway, that's just a silly junior high-type of dream- but I am struck lately by how lonely I am here. I have a few good friends scattered around the nyc area but it is hard to keep in touch all the time. I am so grateful to have a partner I love hanging out with but it isn't the same as the margarita-buddy I used to love to laugh with on Saturday nights. It must be grad school- everyone is stressed out, everyone works all the time, and everyone else is a complete and utter tool. Or maybe I have just been listening to the melancholy new R.E.M. album too much. Or maybe it is the bitter cold I always purport to love so much? It could be the impending coronation of King W. I ought to be thrilled this week- I am introducing my favorite feminist theorist on Friday. Instead, I have to still finish my conference paper submission. And I'll listen to R.E.M. while I work.

posted by knit wit | 1/18/2005 08:18:00 PM

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