Moody Meow

I am going to end up hanging myself with my stress. I rolled around in my worries, keeping the Sandman far away. I am going on socialization hiatus until this fucking thing is done. I’m not sleeping. I have dark circles under my eyes and all I want to do is to rest, and ignore that my theis is due soon.

I need to rework my thesis. The whole idea of sexuality during the Wars was a great idea. I can’t explore it with the writer and artist I have chosen because they were each so wrapped up in themselves that the passing of the wars only touched on the outskirts of their existance and fervor to create. So I am going to change the thesis and discuss the overhwhelming urge to create art in the face of War. I am stretching myself here, but I just need a B. I am so far at the end of my rope that I don’t care where this thing goes, so long as it gets the fuck out of my life soon. I will sleep better when I am finished.

D and I had the best time with Anne on her birthday on Saturday. I met her friends, many of whom were lovely, varied people. There was a lot of alcohol, smoking, dancing, chatting and laughter. I wish I had taken more pictures but I was distracted by the great time I was having. D and I don’t go downtown anymore. It’s just not my speed, but Anne and Will made it fun. We bar-hopped. I finally made it to Matador. Nice place. Okay service. Then onto the Lodge. Not a fan. Then to I-spy, which I have been to before. We started at the Globe, where of course, I felt the haunting visage of Wall Street before Harold & Maude’s was gone. I didn’t end up drunk. Anne did. She was adorable and we walked her and Will to the garage. She was very wobbly, but it looked like the had a good time. When someone offers to that one, last shot of Jager - just say no. Jager will get you every time!

So, it’s Monday. It’s going to rain. At least my flowers are getting watered.