talks

it was funny last night - i had a couple people from my class over as part of a farewell/i don't want to teach tonight effort. all the funny people came. one weird person came, and clearly didn't want to leave.
i don't feel diva enough to deal with stalkers anymore
i practically carried her out the door and threw her into an awaiting car.
like hey
i have a girlfriend now, you know?
these awkward moments are my problem no longer.

had an interesting talk about WHY i want to be/am a writer.
or why i like being an academic
L thought it was enough to love it, i can't help but think that's a little simplistic. the truth is we should ALL love our jobs but that is not always what DOING your job is about. if you're making money off it, if you want to continue making money off it, it's a whole different monster. it's a making money monster. it's a i have to get this done even though i don't feel like it monster. LOVING writing isn't necessarily going to get you through that. it just might mean that the product feels better to you than, say, a presentation on Hawaii or something... toothpaste.

i found out that one of the women in the class works for a company that makes adhesives for FUCKING BRACES. how cool is that!? can you imagine if that works out that i end up with cool pictures of girls with braces.

sweet.

in other news the play is less than 2 weeks away.
i feel slightly ill about it
which is to be expected.

hey that's something else to love about being a writer.
nausea.

mxo