i can barely move. the barn is in psychic disarray. fall break that dweam within a dweam is actually adding to our stress level. a man's reach should exceed his grasp, else what's a heaven for? i forget who said that. feel free to let me know. the point is, i have no more will to reach and no patience to grasp. Too Much Fucking Stress. i'm glumly facing the prospect of another night-that-becomes-morning-while-you-watch. i have no interest in writing this, my third, paper. i'm totally burnt out b/w dealing w/ that and Other People (cue Belle&Sebastian) and now fall break plans as well.

i was happy earlier b/c my phoenix article appeared online today: babblebooking. totally uncut and i still like it even after reading it in print (that's always the test.)
becca's having a shindig at her place tomorrow nite that i anticipate being too exhausted to attend. a pity. but she may come out here for ross's bday party. ross is very upset b/c if i don't go to the adirondacks (i.e.: see smith instead) he has no break plans. everyone has fucked him over and it isn't fair so my conclusion is almost entirely that i should go to the mountains. but a small persistent part of me wants to visit liz. i haven't seen liz in a long time and liz can work wonders for tension relief.
is that selfish?

happy coming out day, everyone. and happy birthday slacker, if you're reading this. you're also usually good for tension relief but i haven't seen you in a while. it's hard to be healed by even yr strongest good vibes over such distance.