What a strange and funny and ironic moment in my life. I have no idea. I suppose everything is cyclical. Or something. I have no idea. I don’t know. My phone is ringing. Bleh. Whatever. I’m tired of phones. Silly things.
I don’t know how I feel about life or anything. I wonder if some things that didn’t come through for me in the past would come through for me now that I have an M.A.
For the first time in a long time, I am not in a particuarly bad, nor a particularly good, mood.
I am just even and awake.
Who am I?
When I look in the mirror, I can’t quite see myself.
“October 7th, 2000…
It is fall and I am lonely. There is little for me to do for the next
year but work and wait.”
“The crisis consists precisely in the fact that the old is dying and the new cannot be born; in this interregnum a great variety of morbid symptoms appear.”