2:55 p.m. - 2003-12-17
bright with promise?
Distracted again.
It is difficult to surmount the lesser obstacles when one has already surmounted the most obstacle-y obstacle. I finished the accursed paper, which may or may not lead to me not finishing my journalism degree, and am currently greeting the task or doing re-writes for my nonfiction class.
Naturally, the essay I am revising is the story of my lust affair with the New Orleans Bartender. It's weird to think about first meeting him, nearly a year ago. There's so much that I want to say about that experience, and so much I DON'T want to say about it. What would acclaimed author Judy Blunt think about my drunken, mid-blowjob gaggery? How would I even seriously write about such a thing...'And then, mid-coitus, I threw up a little on his iconic phallus.'
No.
Anyway, it is an odd topic to revisit. And yet I find it so hard to focus. I'm adding about seven pages to this story, and have less than three hours remaining before its due date. Bless. I always do this to myself. I'm so busy jetsetting and partyboying that it is difficult for me to remain buoyant in such a 'rigidly academic' (HA!) atmosphere.
What ammmm I talking about?
I passed another wonderful evening with E-Liz and Ms. N. Trying to force Ms. N to journey with my little gang up to Rock Creek this Saturday, where we will pass a beautiful day and a debaucherous night in what looks like a retro, haunted Swiss chalet. Soooo much to look forward to!
Wifey's birthday. The cabin. My birthday party. My 'golden birthday,' a day which will surely mark the universe collapsing upon itself. X-Mas. Berlin. Prague. New Years. London. Why do I find it so difficult to work through the present instead of constantly fantasizing about the future? Alas. Another cigarette must be smoked.
