"We will feel our way through the dark"

Two days that have felt nonstop. Home to fancy work meeting to doctors to class to home. the home to work to gym to therapy to class to home. Tomorrow is work to bathingsuit buying to med check to home to petsmart to grocery store to pharmacy to home. And I'm hoping to make salad and navaho stew and a cake.

I think I've determined which class I'm taking, even if Tuesday nights seem more convenient, Shakespeare is infinitely more interesting. And I've already wanted to punch someone in the apocalypse class in the face, which doesn't bode well. (Seriously, why do people use "of course" when answering a question?) It's apparently going to be addressing the full apocalyptic cycle, prophet to critical event to redemptive paradise. And I'm only really interested in the moment of crisis. And I'd have to read a Left Behind book.

I'll give both another week to see if the second class is any different than first. But reading Othello seems like fun (even if I'm not particularly fond of it) and also seems a lot more interesting than reading sentences like this.

"Apocalypse” is a genre of revelatory literature with a narrative framework, in
which a revelation is mediated by an otherworldly being to a human recipient,
disclosing a transcendent reality which is both temporal, insofar as it envisages
eschatological salvation, and spatial insofar as it involves another, supernatural
world."

Also, Pandora played me a painfully cute song today that I'm infatuated with. Lisa Hannigan's "I Don't Know". There are days when I feel this way about the world and even more days when I feel this way about a handful of people coming into my life.

( I don't know what you smoke )

"We will feel our way through the dark"

Two days that have felt nonstop. Home to fancy work meeting to doctors to class to home. the home to work to gym to therapy to class to home. Tomorrow is work to bathingsuit buying to med check to home to petsmart to grocery store to pharmacy to home. And I'm hoping to make salad and navaho stew and a cake.

I think I've determined which class I'm taking, even if Tuesday nights seem more convenient, Shakespeare is infinitely more interesting. And I've already wanted to punch someone in the apocalypse class in the face, which doesn't bode well. (Seriously, why do people use "of course" when answering a question?) It's apparently going to be addressing the full apocalyptic cycle, prophet to critical event to redemptive paradise. And I'm only really interested in the moment of crisis. And I'd have to read a Left Behind book.

I'll give both another week to see if the second class is any different than first. But reading Othello seems like fun (even if I'm not particularly fond of it) and also seems a lot more interesting than reading sentences like this.

"Apocalypse” is a genre of revelatory literature with a narrative framework, in
which a revelation is mediated by an otherworldly being to a human recipient,
disclosing a transcendent reality which is both temporal, insofar as it envisages
eschatological salvation, and spatial insofar as it involves another, supernatural
world."

Also, Pandora played me a painfully cute song today that I'm infatuated with. Lisa Hannigan's "I Don't Know". There are days when I feel this way about the world and even more days when I feel this way about a handful of people coming into my life.

( I don't know what you smoke )