Nighty night.
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judecorpAlmost to the bottom of my 11th page, and I haven't finished "telling" yet. After "telling" comes "mastering" (which is by far the longest of the four) and "honoring." So this paper can certainly be 18, if not the 20 I wanted. Maybe even with Times New Roman (the APA standard), since I haven't really added any quotes from Salesman yet, and I want to put in at least two per section.
I'm going to get in bed now, I think. It's 1am and I've done almost 11 pages, and well, I'm fried. Maybe I'll read for pleasure a little bit, and do some other distractions in the morning, like go to the bank, pay some bills, read the articles I photocopied. Then back to the Lomans.
Coffee was pretty fun. Rachel can talk and talk and talk, and covers her lack of self-esteem with self-deprecating humor and chatter. I can't tell if she wants to get back together with him or not. She did a lot of "IF we get back together" and talk about her dating past. She also seemed to be trying to push his buttons, though Cary's so mellow it doesn't really work.
You know, it's hard being a therapist. Or rather, it's hard trying not to be a therapist 24/7. She was blathering on and on about how she tried, in college, to be a lesbian (for political reasons, it would seem) and it just didn't work. Okay.
You know, I can talk about other things. I don't think about queerness every waking moment. Buh.
The chocolate chai at Scottie MacBean's was way too sweet. Chai is usually at the peak of my sweet tolerance, and I don't know what possessed me to go with the chocolate. Bad idea. My mouth was so stickysweetgross afterward.
"Under Rug Swept" is good. Whipped cream on hot drinks is good. Page 11 is good. Goodnight all you princes of Maine, all you kings of New England.
I'm going to get in bed now, I think. It's 1am and I've done almost 11 pages, and well, I'm fried. Maybe I'll read for pleasure a little bit, and do some other distractions in the morning, like go to the bank, pay some bills, read the articles I photocopied. Then back to the Lomans.
Coffee was pretty fun. Rachel can talk and talk and talk, and covers her lack of self-esteem with self-deprecating humor and chatter. I can't tell if she wants to get back together with him or not. She did a lot of "IF we get back together" and talk about her dating past. She also seemed to be trying to push his buttons, though Cary's so mellow it doesn't really work.
You know, it's hard being a therapist. Or rather, it's hard trying not to be a therapist 24/7. She was blathering on and on about how she tried, in college, to be a lesbian (for political reasons, it would seem) and it just didn't work. Okay.
You know, I can talk about other things. I don't think about queerness every waking moment. Buh.
The chocolate chai at Scottie MacBean's was way too sweet. Chai is usually at the peak of my sweet tolerance, and I don't know what possessed me to go with the chocolate. Bad idea. My mouth was so stickysweetgross afterward.
"Under Rug Swept" is good. Whipped cream on hot drinks is good. Page 11 is good. Goodnight all you princes of Maine, all you kings of New England.
