somuchrain

I've been dreadfully sick for the last three or four days: feverish and delerious and whatnot, with a throat so sore I couldn't sleep due to the pain of swallowing waking me up. It wasn't particularly fun, but is mostly gone now except for a lingering stab at the back of my throat. At least I can enjoy a cigarette now (or, could, if not for my tobacco being so old and disgusting it sort of tastes like what I'd imagine smoking a dried up old mattress to be). I've done some decent work for my talk; it's definately taking form now (which is good, considering it's a week from tonight). I'm not sure if I'll be able to put together anything worth publication in Perspectives, which is a bit of a shame as they've asked me, and they're my friends. I've also sort of found a way into one of the chapters in my thesis that I hadn't expected. It might make it a bit more interesting and less flighty. References to the Paris Commune always go over well.

No luck on moving to New York yet, and with the date ever getting closer I'm starting to get a bit more worried. I've decided to give up on Kevin, the dream roommate, and I don't know of anyone else I'd really like to live with. I put a damn add on Craigs List - feels sort of sad really. I could live with two of my closest friends, Ilana and Alix, but not until February and I'm not so sure I'd want to live at either my mother's or my father's until then. I suppose I could just sort of 'go traveling' - there are all sorts of people around the country I could stay with, but fuck that. I need a place to work.

Anyway, I'm going to work on my talk now. Hello everyone. What are you doing the moment you read this (aside from the obvious "reading this, dumbass.")?