adaline

So, a few days ago I fell between the L train and the subway platform here in chicago (UIC Halsted off blue line). My leg went straight through the gap -whoosh. crunch. I was glad the train didn't begin to leave the station (although a one-legged suicidegirl would be interesting - wait, Amina! Thanks Desidia, how could I forget such a lovely lady? I am ashamed. well, so it wouldn't even be original ). Anyway, so I couldn't walk for a while and I have an amazingly beautiful bruise on my leg (pics soon). Its tough. WELL, the story isn't but what can you do?

I wonder why I fell, and why ive been so sick lately. Somethings going to happen or something needs to happen. OR - is new age bullshit just seeping too far into my life?

I have a very important presentation tomorrow connecting Morrison's novel Beloved, Faulkner's The Sound and the Fury, and Germany's Wim Wender's film, Wings of Desire. Wish me luck.

THEN, drinking. Drinking, drinking, drinking, dancing, booze ladies, gentlemen, and drugs. A deserved fall into decadence. All of the beautiful disorders. Amina