Man, work is kicking me in the ass over and over, and I'm pretty sure a little toe is making its way up in there. Oh well, have off tomorrow, and quite a day it shall be. Reading some Derrida, watching a movie, and hopefully drinking with friends. Maybe not as relaxing as my only day off this week should be...

Not in a good place.

Got a lot to report but no energy to do it. Presented at a literary conference, went to Pax, several concerts, a play.

Yet somehow a shitty mood and no impetus to do anything, so maybe I'll furnish some details later.

PAX EAST BiTCHES

I am facing the very real, Marlovian revelation that I may be, at heart, an evil man.

Just can't seem to break this mood anymore.

Stuck away from home, but far from tired.

I need to keep human hours.

My paper was accepted by the ACLA! Which means that I get to go explain the significance of comparing Samuel Beckett's dramatic works to traditional Japanese drama/aesthetics to a group of similarly pedantic people! Huzzah!

Also, huge resume padding. AND trip to Rhode Island, THE MOST EXCITING STATE IN THE CONTINENTAL UNITED STATES

Fuck the damned Oscars.
As a friend put it, they're the "greatest testament to the aesthetically milquetoast."