mood: quiet, but a little restless, in solitude.
state i'm in: looking forward to opening my new 'economist'.
tune: patty griffin "1000 kisses" - peaceful new england folk.
achievement for the day: made 300 med students laugh at a one-liner
got that longing for a certain feeling. recently cut grass scratching coldly and therapeutically against the soles of my feet. someone is nearby, perhaps inside, but not close enough that they could care less what i am doing, much less what i am thinking. that feeling of a brief escape, into primitive thoughts and activities. what i long for even more is the option to return from my brief escape whenever i choose; a minute, or an hour later.
suppose i am just feeling a little cluttered, and smothered by my studies right now. resp examination assessment tomorrow. and for the first time this sememster, i got THAT feeling: when there is a lot of things i haven't studied thoroughly enough; when there are so many of those things that they no longer can be easily listed off in my head, or could be caught up on, even if i had the time to do so in one of these weeks.
i think i am starting to struggle in the water a little... 'labia, you stupid bitch!' someone yells from the shallows.
1 comment:
there are two sufferers in life > those with a lack of life and those with an overabundance of life. overabundance is far the better option. as dj krust said, unravel your navel so that you may ingest the sun.
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