Nighty night.

Almost 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.

So maybe I do. So what?

You know, I can talk about other things. I don't think about queerness every waking moment.

I said this at 1am. 12 hours later, I'm here writing this Salesman paper (still, of course). My current paragraph is about how the therapist (that's me!) needs to monitor and check her feelings of countertransference and push aside her desire to have Linda Loman leave Willy and engage in an emotionally and physically intimate relationship with one of the women in the feminist consciousness-raising circle she has been prescribed to go to.

What can I say? I think a little chick lovin' would solve all of Linda Loman's problems!

(Page 14, btw. Thanks for asking.)

I'm good. I'm so good.

Check it, yo!

Biff and Happy need vocational counseling to help them decide what to do with their lives so that they can enter the real world as adults and leave their prolonged adolescence. Before this occurs, Biff needs to attend a continuing education program at the local high school so that he can earn his General Equivalency Diploma. The boys may be too old for the Job Corps program, but the therapist could help them find a similar program for adults. Because of his desire to work outdoors and travel, Biff would likely derive a lot of enjoyment from the Peace Corps, though research would need to be done to see if this would be allowed given his criminal record and time incarcerated. Biff and Happy would be encouraged to find a hobby or recreational activity (perhaps an intramural sport) they could participate in together to rekindle the brotherly closeness they shared as children and build a sibling bond. The boys need to find apartments (or one apartment, if they cannot afford their own residences) and should take a trip to local second-hand shops to find the furniture they will need for their new homes. Refinishing used furniture may be a project that the whole family can participate in as a tangible sign of the parents launching the children into the adult world.

"A tangible sign of the parents launching the children into the adult world." Damn. Where do I get this clever stuff?

Page 15 now. This is so totally getting done today.

I need to stop eating Girl Scout Cookies.

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
As I kissed her goodbye, I said, 'All beauty must die'
And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth

The fighting turns to weapons, and the weapons turn to wounds.

I'm pretty damn hard core! Fear me!

(Thanks for the link, Madame Zuzu!)

I have entirely finished the first draft of the Marital & Family Therapy paper. I deposited my money in the bank. I worked out my monthly budget.

I still have to:
-read articles for Adolescents paper
-make outline for Adolescents paper
-make bed
-shower
-think about food

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