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Feb. 12th, 2006 03:35 pmAhahahahahahaha so it's February and we finally get decent snow. This would be quite a cause for joy except we were supposed to go to Princeton today. I knew something was going to go wrong.
I've gotten so fatalistic about my social life. During January I was getting terribly terribly depressed and paranoid about how everything I try to do gets cancelled, and trying to figure out whether trying to 'fix' things and having it never work made me more or less angry at myself than having it all be my own fault, but I think I've come through that and out the other side. When stuff doesn't happen I'm just like "WELL, DUH. I'm going to sit in front of the fireplace and watch old movies/Coretta King's funeral/the UConn game/the dog trying to dig a hole in the rug with her skull. What kind of tea do we have in the house?"
Ten bucks says either something fucked up happens that means I can't go to the Phil show next Friday, or there'll be something else wonderful going on at that time that I can't attend because I've already got Phil tickets.
So far this weekend, I have written no poems and no letters, so far so good. I still have the rest of the day to crack, though.
I've gotten so fatalistic about my social life. During January I was getting terribly terribly depressed and paranoid about how everything I try to do gets cancelled, and trying to figure out whether trying to 'fix' things and having it never work made me more or less angry at myself than having it all be my own fault, but I think I've come through that and out the other side. When stuff doesn't happen I'm just like "WELL, DUH. I'm going to sit in front of the fireplace and watch old movies/Coretta King's funeral/the UConn game/the dog trying to dig a hole in the rug with her skull. What kind of tea do we have in the house?"
Ten bucks says either something fucked up happens that means I can't go to the Phil show next Friday, or there'll be something else wonderful going on at that time that I can't attend because I've already got Phil tickets.
So far this weekend, I have written no poems and no letters, so far so good. I still have the rest of the day to crack, though.