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for some reason i feel exhausted. not just tired, but limbs filled with lead kind of tired. which sucks, because wed. morning i depart for belize, and tomorrow i have to do a gazillion things involving various bureocracies as it tends to go in the day before leaving...hope i am not getting sick. if i still feel like shit when i get to belize, i will forgo the innertube cave adventures for the moment and just go to san ignacio, which is where i am supposed to meet up with sam. sam will be in the jungle doing reconnaissance with the dig crew till friday and from what i hear san ignacio is picturesque and quiet, so i will just soak up the rays and sleep and hopefully get better. my mom just called; she is in new jersey at the moment and i am meeting her in the village tomorrow for lunch and some last minute shopping.
where the fuck does one get iodine pills? and is it even worth buying mace since i have like three tubes of it in various airports of the country since they inevitable find it on me and confiscate it?
on a totally random note, i was leafing through
Self magazine yesterday, and it's one of those dumb women magazines, all about diets and cellulite, but for some reason this issue actually had an interstng article about construction of melancholy versus optimism related in changes in psychotherapy between the 60s and today. the author even had a subversive view that melancholy was a form of resistance to consumerist society, which made me think of "One-Dimensional Man" which is, in my opinion, the most important sociological work of the 20th century (and any century really since before 20th c. sociology was just extremist positivist totalizations of people like Comte) and is all about complacency and anyway, i liked it.
Cameron is getting back today. i don't like him anymore, which is going to be difficult because he is dating my best friend, but oh well. as i told charlie, he had to put up with having a boyfriend he could not stand, now i will have to do the same for him.
i should really make a list of things i need to do, and this is as good of a place as any:
buy iodine pills, towel, sunscreen, sunhat, socks, little purse for $ and ID.
find my malaria medication which i put god knows where
cash my stipend check, deposit enough to pay the Discover bill and the st. vincent's old old bill lest they send it to collect and give charlie $ for phone bill
check how much/if any $ there is in my checking account
call my uberbitch former roommate and find out what happenend to my mail and if i got my package (containing the hello kitty pillow that was my first purchase on ebay)
socializing has obviously taken a back seat to functioning. mateo has been impossible to track down, and the only sure fire way i know how to do it is to get in touch with chris, which i absolutely refuse to do, so hopefully he won't hop on a plane back to argentina before i come back to NY. saw fedje and tom sat. night, it was mellow and low-key, and charlie, obviously, but wish i had energy and time to go out and catch up with everybody.
where the fuck does one get iodine pills? and is it even worth buying mace since i have like three tubes of it in various airports of the country since they inevitable find it on me and confiscate it?
on a totally random note, i was leafing through
Self magazine yesterday, and it's one of those dumb women magazines, all about diets and cellulite, but for some reason this issue actually had an interstng article about construction of melancholy versus optimism related in changes in psychotherapy between the 60s and today. the author even had a subversive view that melancholy was a form of resistance to consumerist society, which made me think of "One-Dimensional Man" which is, in my opinion, the most important sociological work of the 20th century (and any century really since before 20th c. sociology was just extremist positivist totalizations of people like Comte) and is all about complacency and anyway, i liked it.
Cameron is getting back today. i don't like him anymore, which is going to be difficult because he is dating my best friend, but oh well. as i told charlie, he had to put up with having a boyfriend he could not stand, now i will have to do the same for him.
i should really make a list of things i need to do, and this is as good of a place as any:
buy iodine pills, towel, sunscreen, sunhat, socks, little purse for $ and ID.
find my malaria medication which i put god knows where
cash my stipend check, deposit enough to pay the Discover bill and the st. vincent's old old bill lest they send it to collect and give charlie $ for phone bill
check how much/if any $ there is in my checking account
call my uberbitch former roommate and find out what happenend to my mail and if i got my package (containing the hello kitty pillow that was my first purchase on ebay)
socializing has obviously taken a back seat to functioning. mateo has been impossible to track down, and the only sure fire way i know how to do it is to get in touch with chris, which i absolutely refuse to do, so hopefully he won't hop on a plane back to argentina before i come back to NY. saw fedje and tom sat. night, it was mellow and low-key, and charlie, obviously, but wish i had energy and time to go out and catch up with everybody.
