at this very moment i feel like David Blane in his giant fishbowl [assuming he's still there].... i am researching Arrested Development lyrics for a project, adapting a portion of Hamlet for a lesson, discussing the kabbalist view of feminism, being told to kindly update my blog and reviewing feedback from a discussion on post-modernism. my eyes are burning and i've had this terrible kink in my neck for the past two days.... i'm trying to enact my philosophy that you can do it all. You can produce truly creative work, attend a tea award ceremony, still speak to your family, while reseaching your thesis, eat, sleep for a frew hours, maintain a GPA, do some yoga, and begin pre-doctoral level work... i'm trying... it's the most satisfying, rewarding, incredible work i've ever done... but i'm tired. i'm really exhausted... like bone deep mental weary and in desperate need of a rub down [i mean mental more than physical here].
one friend suggested i put up one of my many papers [and i am in the middle of a fabulous one on Queer Theory] or post something from my Big Projet Thing [that i've been working my arse off for the past week on] but alas. nay. i don't know how to put it on here from my computer. and besides, who, besides selected readers, are interested in academic work?
my cousin [who i am simultaneously having a convo with] wants to know which person in modern history i'd want to meet if i could? hmmm...
abe lincoln was a funky man... thought maybe Grandma Moses.
i realized i have reached the breaking point because i mailed my credit card bill to myself.
on that note people i check out for shower time.
i will return when i can rationally think and form a normal cohesive sentence without ism.
ciao. bonne notte.

i wnat to see History Boys- any takers?