godzuki

I've gone from pleasant lounging to realizing that I'm doing a patented Rob L.-Paul H. trick: the manufactured work/life crisis. I've been so blas and offering no mental resistance to it--why? hoping that I'd just snap out of it?--and now I've got a *lot* to do and have to do it tout de suite and I'm entering the early stages of manic freak-out (far preferable to severe loginess). So no more sitting around contemplating the irony of the literary romanticization of a lack of ambition and what that means in the quest for true things and the construction of a cosmology of your own will. Ha!