Friday, February 24, 2006
Fortunately, my greatest source of stress this past week has stemmed from the intense dryness of my skin, which has in several inconvenient areas of my hands cracked and bled. No amount of lotion-lathering avails.
Manfred Korfmann, the second immediate cause for anxiety, will hopefully disappear from that internal list after this weekend, especially tomorrow, which I intend to devote almost exclusively to him. The current plan is to arise around six or seven, eat some of the Special K April sent (adding a sliced banana), read through the articles I printed out already, work out, conduct research at the library, and work (at six in the evening). I wrote a strong thesis, for which concrete support might come in short supply.
At present I must begin the next Kurzgeschichte, "Templones Ende" by Martin Walser.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 5:58 PM]