Moody Meow

Struggling through these meds, what they are doing to me, and the reality that I am going to be on stronger ones later, really freaks me out. I am serious when I say that I just woke up. I’ve been “awake” since 6:00 this morning, but I spent my lunch with my head on my desk, asleep. I’ve got strange impressions in my forehead and I feel like I need to brush my teeth. It strains at me to lag so hard. I try to remind myself that this is necessary. And I am going to avoid coffee at school. That seems to be a precursor to my over-wakefulness in the evening.

Last night, instead of the regular class, Leslie took us all to the lecture at the Church about Art Theft. The FBI agent was conversational, but seemed to cater to the monied crowd and not to the few students sitting in the back of the chapel. I was also disappointed when he told us that 90% of art theft is an inside job, but he never really touched on a case. Instead he went for the glam-cases. The robbery of wealthy Spanish woman and the theft of pre-Columbian art from Peru. Those were the flashy cases. Vanya did go up after the lecture and to ask him whether the inside jobs were more for profit or because the curators/students/officals who worked near the art wanted to keep them for themselves. It seems money is the evil in that case, and many of the works are stolen for the cash, not because they are overhwlemingly wonderful.

I am meeting with the Monday professor to get my extension signed. And I shall also spend a few hours in the library working on my newly approved thesis. I have a feeling I am going to have to pull 20 pages out of my ass, but that’s okay. I am a consumate bullshit artist.

On Saturday (after the ride, which means sometime after 12) I am going to spend a good deal of time at the library. If you would like to join me, give me a ring!

Tonight I get to go to my fiction class. The story I wrote has potential, but I need to do a fair ammount of editing before I feel ready to workshop it in class. The stories I have read so far all have a tinge of sadness in them. I felt like my own possessed a wistful tone. Regardless, I am going to class in my happy pants (shall I choose my purple ones, or the ones that say “I love dorks”?? Decisions).

I hope the rest of your day is wakeful. I need to find some good links to post. I’ve been neglecting that aspect of my blog.
And iced tea rocks.
That is all.