hysterium category archives
friday (the 13th) refrain · happy impending climacteric
Friday 13 February 2009 | 3 cookies in the jar
Childless Woman The womb Rattles its pod, the moon Discharges itself from the tree with nowhere to go. My landscape is a hand with no lines, The roads bunched to a knot, The knot myself, Myself the rose you achieve— This body, This ivory Ungodly as a child’s shriek. Spiderlike, I spin mirrors, Loyal to [...]
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rassling
Friday 23 January 2009 | 10 cookies in the jar
Worst mood all day. Then I find this on Ratemyprofessor.com and immediately start grinning, and am completely cheerful. She’s such a witty awkward little woman. Extremely intelligent. Deserves to be at a higher position, that’s why it may seem like she might not care about what she’s teaching. In the list of words we need [...]
an historic day
Sunday 7 December 2008 | 4 cookies in the jar
MY FIRST GRAY HAIR! After barely a year of gracious living with the Brujo. • Edited to add: Though to be equitable, I could just as fairly blame Arizona, the State School, or Pyewacket. The situation does, however, step up the urgency of the whole hairmergency thing somewhat; I mean, I’m fine with silver threads [...]
reader, I purchased it.
Saturday 6 December 2008 | 3 cookies in the jar
Fifteen quid she were, Ms. Audace. On her way to me from France, par avion! Sadly, despite the thrill of waiting for a beautiful new pen, looming premenstrual doldrums have swept my brain abruptly empty of pretty much anything other than: • a sudden inability to wield Latinate vocabulary or subordinate clauses (while still stubbornly [...]
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upgraded from tropical storm to hypercane
Monday 10 November 2008 | 13 cookies in the jar
Aaaaand all my time-honored crappy non-coping strategies of lying in bed moaning and slobbering on the pillow, coupled with slugging down chocolate milk laced with arthritis-strength paracetamol (every four hours) alternating with ibuprofen (every eight hours), and being unable to concentrate on anything long enough to read and/or write it, and making too many embarrassing [...]
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worst. hic.cups. ev.er.
Tuesday 16 September 2008 | 6 cookies in the jar
So I just ditched school. No, not because of the hiccups, but because I’ve had the usual awful menstrual period and have been abed all weekend, stoned on Tylenol and ibuprofen. And I was hoping I’d be better today, but I’m still shaky and pale and in pain. Still, it’s awfully early in the semester [...]
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resisting the power of the bear
Thursday 14 August 2008 | I like a cookie
The heroine-choicemaker, unlike her male counterpart, can be threatened by the overpowering pull of maternal instinct. A woman may become pregnant at an inopportune time or in adverse circumstances, if she cannot resist Aphrodite and/or Demeter. When this happens, she may be diverted from a chosen path—the choice-maker as a captive of her instinct. For [...]
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after great pain, a formal feeling comes
Monday 21 July 2008 | 2 cookies in the jar
Come on, formal feeling! We’re waiting here.
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further unsolicited drivel
Sunday 25 May 2008 | someone left a cookie
The B. has gone on his final seed-collecting field trip of the season. I went with him yesterday and was, in my estimation, a total drag. Today I am also a total drag but at least I am not inflicting it on anyone but the cat, whose primary concern anyway is whether she has the [...]
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things that after all this therapy still make me want to fall on the floor & die
Tuesday 22 April 2008 | someone left a cookie
Being overdrawn at the bank. When it’s nearly one a.m. and I’m PMSing and was in workshop from 1:30 until 7:30 getting my brain raked over its own coals and when I teach in mere hours and haven’t graded any papers and just spent a solid hour and a half replying to testy student emails [...]
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