archives for December 2001
when they stop the drum machine
Friday 21 December 2001 | I like a cookie
and I can think again maybe I’ll remember what it was I tried to describe PMS to M. the other night. “It’s like…eighteen babies screaming in your cranium all at the same time and you can’t get them to shush, or it’s like…that feeling you get when you have a fever, or when you’re coming [...]
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there’s a piece of Maria in every song that I sing
Thursday 20 December 2001 | I like a cookie
A wicked PMS headache, no doubt exacerbated by eating several pieces of dried fruit all at once (nectarines, plums, pears, dates…et bien sur abricots). Also stomach cramps, see PMS, above. I slept from 1 am until 10:30 and woke to these attendant entertainments—weird hours for me, as it’s been more like 9:30 or 10 pm [...]
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I don’t know what else to do / I would rather do anything
Tuesday 18 December 2001 | I like a cookie
Shawn Colvin’s actually talking about singing a sad song of abandonment, and how she’d rather do anything but—but this epigraph refers instead equally aptly to what I don’t want to do today, which is mark 25 essays. Actually, make that 26, since a student from last semester just turned in his final essay a mere [...]
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