All I Can Say (For Now)
Why do I find myself
pondering the relationship between
Marla Singer and the Narrator
from Fincher's _Fight Club_:
"Expose me, and I will expose you"?
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I've never even smoked.
Nor do I plan to.
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The Fall schedule is out, quite appropriately
on the last day of classes this year:
Shhh--I got 4, count them, 4 classes.
Scheduled perfectly.
The plans, the plans!
I will be the best teacher yet!
Muuuuahahaha.
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But for the moment,
I'm emotionally exhausted--you too? Why?
posted by SquirrleyMojo @ 6:55 PM
3 Comments:
Tired and catching my wife's cold. It feels like Friday to me. And I've been trying to write, and it's all coming out crappy, flat and wrung out.
4 perfectly scheduled classes, neat!
What books have you decided on, for your summer reading?
Rest up. It will be a long winter even with four perfectly scheduled classes..
Hell, celebrate. Four classes!? Scheduled perfectly? Does that happen?! Perhaps a two-headed cardinal helped out?
Notice my explanation points.
Though I seem happy to those around me, I too am emotionally exhausted: why does lesgirl seem to be ignoring me? The person who understands her plight better than anyone? Maybe because now I am strong (seemingly? really?), and she's afraid that she too will one day become strong? And forget the person who hurt her? And move on to someone else?
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