Friday, 9 January 2009


I accidentally slept until 1:15. Boo, time zones. I had all these grandiose plans to do all the work I meant to do over the past month this afternoon - which was clearly impossible, but pretending it could happen made me feel less guilty - except now I've reduced the list to "gym" and "buy groceries" and that means any critical thought about transnational sexuality has to happen on the elliptical or in the produce aisle. (I think I'm unconsciously preparing for Plan B, which involves failing my thesis and becoming a go-go dancer instead of an anthropologist.)

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