Enduring some low-level depression/anxiety. Bleh. Reading the mail(er) of Behemoth Man of Letters loses its luster after a few days. Fewer scantily-clad fan photos, more invoices; dull Christmas cards; sparring with NYTimes reviewers. Eyeballs on computer screen for seven hours a day becomes painful. As predicted, the ones who are truly suffering are Orson and Olivia; Carol and Phillip (hell, they haven't seen each other in WEEKS). Novel #2 tentatively titled "Angel in the Snow" after E. Smith song. Novel characters neglected. Reading demotivational self-editing for fiction book. Feeling loserish; hackish. Changed locale from Worcester to Pole-heavy Chicopee, Mass, home of D----- Drive. (My surname Dr.)
Am seriously considering starting my own Ladycollege alumnae mag. Letter today from concerned Ladycollegian who is no longer a lady. I knew this; I broke genderswitch story in Official Ladycollege alumnae mag several years ago. Says, worried won't feel welcome at reunion; might feel excluded like he does when he reads the Official Ladycollege alumnae mag. Sticky old ladies with fat purses might not be down with Ladycollegians who aren't ladies anymore. Endowment might suffer. Still, he should feel welcome at reunion. But I can't control 200 bitches, so I digress.
Complete sentences: bullhonk.
Salt intake ridiculously high. Had for lunch and dinner chipotle-dressinged salads. Mouth hurts. Salt. Need gallons of water. Cured recent G.I. ish with a tub of that overpriced acidophilus goo from C. Market. Antibiotics mauled maudit intestinal flora. Boo.
EKsiLLint coaching sesh avec Beth B. et les geegsters hier soir. I got some extra note-age from the lady herself (a ling of the ground, comme ça) who revealed to me that I go dark a lot. I do? I guess I'm only funny to goths and myself then. That explains my lack of popularity. I thought it was just the high IQ and the intimidatingly large nose. I am turning into Bea Arthur. Thank you.
Sometimes I worry that I lack compassion. Or that compassion shouldn't be selective, when it really is. I can't stop thinking about Ladycollegeman yet ignore or am scornful of a host of other persons/causes, such as:
*up-to-the-minute coverage of stereotypical trust-fund hippie still behaving like a stereotypical trust-fund hippie well into his 30s (providing much guffawing and chuckling here in 78757)
*rejoicing in the news that fois gras sales are up like crazy here in the ATX due to backfiring of vegan vandalism punk-down tactics. i'm not the only "go protest something that affects more than .0001% of the population" flippant bitch in A-town and I dig that.
I planned to bake Duncan Hines spice cake tonight but after mail(er) reading and hip-focused yoga class and the preparation of salty chipotle-style salad dressing, I am wiped, so I will crawl into my soft green bed and sleep instead.
Posted by Zerd at September 17, 2007 09:18 PM