current dissertation playlist:
low; cowboy junkies; nick cave and the bad seeds; casiotone and the painfully alone. It's so 90s melancholy I almost can't bear it and yet that's my best writing state. eek.

I had a dream that I was traveling to my prospectus defense (next week! gak!) by kayak and a pack of alligators attacked me. I think I can decode that one without a psychotherapist, although what do i know, maybe the gators represented infantile rivalry for paternal affections.

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All day today I thought it was thursday and i *just* realized that it's actually wednesday, which felt like daylight savings, but a whole day! I used my bonus evening to catch up on journals and the world (who is j-law? just kidding, even i know that. i mean, i know that now that i looked it up). I've got a pot of beans simmering on the stove and a manhattan in my hand. Not a bad life.

10:40 p.m. - 2014-09-03