  "feed me, love me" -casey and annie Why does construction have to begin at 7am in my neighborhood? Arent they making all that money fast enough? Oy. Its a tiring affair having a broken ankle. I need me beauty sleep, you know? Lunch with mom to fulfill our matching pledge to ourselves to get out of the house at least once a day.
Some Marshalls browsing. Then some dog time with the latest Sopranos episode. (Dewd! Is Tonys emotional side going to influence Melfis stance on dating him? Theyd better do it before the show is over, or Im writing David Chase some nasty-ass emails) Im up to my eyeballs in work, trying as I might to finish the entire semester before my supposedly-late-next-week surgery. Two ten pagers, a class lesson to teach on Post-Colonial theory, a five pager on Woolf that may or may not spill over into the 20 pager also due by the end.
Lucky for me, Dawn has allowed me to take an Incomplete and finish when I finish. Which may be worth doing so I can actually create something stellar. Im determined to wow her again. Which has lead me to peruse article after scholarly article in an attempt to gather enough critical commentary to put pavement under my feet.
I may be trying for an argument I cant make. Theorising that if Woolf dropped writing, she might have been able to escape the point of madness that had her kill herself. Yeah, so Im reading a ton to see if my idea will even flower. I just needed a break from all the work. Ill try to arrange for something good to enjoy tonight to reward myself and be kind to my aching body. Eat out at Churchills or something. 
