Yawn. It's four thirty AM and I'm sick and dizzy and trying to write about the structures of intersubjectivity and discursively redeemable validity-claims. My tonsils look hugely swollen, which is pretty funny because I got them taken out in eighth grade. It's just the tonsilsockets being inappropriately convex. And my balls and armpits ache. My immune system is a fucking battlefield at the moment... if I can hold out through the seige for just three and a half more days, I swear I'll let whatever sicknesses and demons want to wrack my feeble body do as they wish with it.
Oh yeah, my roommate's girlfriend's roommate's teaching assistant is under quarantine as a possible SARS case, and said roommate's girlfriend's roommate was one of the like ten people said teaching assistant had contact with. Fucking ten day gestation period, making everyone all nervous and shit.
Time for a peanut butter and banana sandwich followed by some quality alone time in my bed. I have to work at 8:30 so I should probably sleep a little. Fuckers.
Oh yeah, my roommate's girlfriend's roommate's teaching assistant is under quarantine as a possible SARS case, and said roommate's girlfriend's roommate was one of the like ten people said teaching assistant had contact with. Fucking ten day gestation period, making everyone all nervous and shit.
Time for a peanut butter and banana sandwich followed by some quality alone time in my bed. I have to work at 8:30 so I should probably sleep a little. Fuckers.
avenger:
i wish i had some bananas...
roamingaround:
I wish I had some structures of intersubjectivity....