I’m in a computer lab at school and the guy who was just sitting next to me repeatedly blew his nose directly into his bare hands and then continued typing.
Ugh, god. It was so gross.
And here I am, typing on one of these disease ridden computers. Someone might have licked this keyboard for all I know.
I’ll just try to keep my hands away from my face and head straight for the wall mounted antibacterial dispensers when I’m out of here.
Barf.
“At a fair in Prague I saw a pantomime done by folk puppeteers in the bramborové divadlo style. Kaspárek and the Jew appear on the stage. Kaspárek gets into a fight with the Jew, kills him, and hides him in the coffin. The Jew’s wife arrives. She has come to mourn her husband. Kaspárek kills the widow too and hides her in the coffin. The Devil appears. He brings in a gallows and orders Kaspárek to put his head in the noose. Kaspárek asks the Devil to teach him how to do it. The Devil puts the noose over his own head, and Kaspárek pulls the noose and throws the Devil in the same coffin. At the end of the performance Kaspárek and his friend throw a live mouse (which throughout the performance has been sitting on the other side of the footlights) into the air and catch it in mid-flight. And with that, the simple performance comes to an end. The hostess of the bramborové divadlo circulates among the public and collects voluntary donations in a dish… And then the same performance begins all over again.”
—
Czech Puppet Theatre and Russian Folk Theatre- Pyotr Bogatyrev
So, what is the moral of the story?
Get enough work done that I can sleep better tonight than I did last night.
Go team!
Am I feeling…
Could it be that I am…
In this case, both are true. I tend to get really doom and gloom in the face of stress. Sometimes it’s necessary to take a deep breath and remind myself that feelings are not the same as reality.
I’m drawing illustrations for a childrens book about Portland’s long history of racism!
I so don’t have twelve pages worth of things to say about whether the state is a dinosaur.
Yes, I really am still talking about this.
I’m pretty much wishing I was dead.
I know you probably think the wine is a bad idea, but hey. It’s working.
If I somehow manage to finish a few pages I’ll break for the night before I get too sloshed.
I am totally freaking out about this stupid term paper. It should not be this hard! It’s getting to the point where just opening the document makes my stomach hurt.
How is it that all sorts of people, many of whom are probably dumber than me, write term papers all the time? Does everyone freak out?
Gah!
I need to get it together.
GAAAAHHHSHHSkdlsja;jgal;qjjega;igju;;rgfriajls
That’s how I feel about this political science paper I’m working on right now. This class has been SUCH a snore and now I have to write 12 pages on one of the professor’s snore-tastic essay prompts.
I chose “Is the state a dinosaur?” I wish that state really WAS a dinosaur. I could totally write 12 pages on what it’s like to be governed by a prehistoric reptile. That sounds fun.
Feeling stuck, I just googled “Is the state a dinosaur” (I didn’t really expect this i help me, but what the hell) and found a list of official state dinosaurs!
Oregon doesn’t have one. DC does, though! So, I guess if the state were a dinosaur it would be a Capitolsaurus.
ANYWAY, I should probably focus.
Ugh.
12 pages on whether private interests are bad for politics.
GO!
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