So while unpacking tonight, I found my manilla envelope stuffed with photographs that I had been convinced was lost in the move to Chicago. Awesome. I had forgotten about a lot of the fantastic pictures in there. Too bad I don't have a scanner, or I'd show you.
Played some piano - my hands are slow. I need to practice, limber 'em up again.
What I really need to do is write my goddamn Dostoevsky paper, and edit my Wolf paper, and generally get my goddamn ass in gear instead of mooning around and looking at old pictures for an hour.
I've been spending way too much time in my own head lately.
Played some piano - my hands are slow. I need to practice, limber 'em up again.
What I really need to do is write my goddamn Dostoevsky paper, and edit my Wolf paper, and generally get my goddamn ass in gear instead of mooning around and looking at old pictures for an hour.
I've been spending way too much time in my own head lately.
I need the Ciuch Room. Or an opium den. Or perhaps a really big gun.
Relatedly, me and Al watched Commando last night. I thought of you.