i have the distinctly disturbing sense that i began today's daylog
in yesterday's date...(/me
...hard.) it's ok. it feels like a whole different day since i've gotten home. the world is a better place when it one's stomach contains apricots and chocolate milk
. still trying to find a good muscle relaxant
, though. while i am now calm, my back is not. *shrug* worse things have happened. i think when i finish the paper i'm working on, i'll update my essay archive with as much of the old stuff as i can recover. maybe i'll node a couple of really prime pieces. after all, the essay on Sir Gawain and the Green Knight
went over well.
kicking back now, summarizing the myth of the birth of Alexander the Great, listening to Tricky, trying to ignore my neighbor's band which is practicing loudly next door. waiting for frater shinma to show up, and possibly also my older brother, fiendish. my older brother is an odd, semi-immortal, peter pan type; he'll never grow up, and god-of-your-choice help us all if he ever does. we have enough responsible people in the family! but i run off at the fingers...
anyway, back to the books...