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lapsedmodernistToday I smoked a million cigarettes, took two showers, and churned out the damn Fulbright-Hayes grant proposal. Now I feel sleepy, tired, verklempt and unmotivated to do anything. Institutional writing will suck your soul right out.
I think I am going to take another shower (I am not being a clean freak, I just can't seem to get warm today except when I am standing under a stream of scalding water). Landlord came, said it was about time for the AC to come out. For once I whole-heartedly agree with him.
I think I am going to take another shower (I am not being a clean freak, I just can't seem to get warm today except when I am standing under a stream of scalding water). Landlord came, said it was about time for the AC to come out. For once I whole-heartedly agree with him.
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Date: 2003-10-03 03:20 pm (UTC)Let me rephrase that... I hated writing the one proposal I wrote. If I liked it more, I'd consider starting a little sideline business writing other folk's proposals for them... as it is, I'd rather eat a tinfoil sandwich.
Which is a roundabout way of saying I know how you feel.
~j