Monday, February 25, 2008
My older sister's boyfriend sent some self-printed stickers with his artwork on it, plus a couple of pins, after he received a Spiderman Valentine from me in the mail last week. Jemand liebt mich.
I finally began Brave New World last night, and spent about two hours this afternoon soaking my eyes in English, for once. I tell people all the time that my English is really only so much better than my German, but Mr. Huxley's British presents no problems. Der Grair Bär came by for a peek at my latest selection in literature, snickered, and commented about parallels with the Bush administration. Admittedly, the iPod Nano I own has always made me feel a little dirty, and this afternoon I took my walk without it and consequently felt liberated from the ropes of the man.
But I will require the Nano again tomorrow morning, erst I workout. Fats Domino, Hole, and Rammstein provide precisely the euphoria I need to get through the day without taking my ever-trusty boxcutter to my forearms in one of the moments it dawns that I lead an empty, monotonous, unproductive life. I put off finding a job for the past two months, because inserting myself back into the machine will be bound to make me depressed and miserable again.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 5:43 PM]