I am in the middle of finals period, so I am being a crappy blogmistress, SORRY. I wrote a 41 page paper on state discipline of female sexual bodies, narratives of androcentric sexuality, and vibrators which I finished on Thursday night, and I tell you, I think I short-circuited a lobe. And I still have a final left to study for, and some long-ass cases to write up, and my brain, I try to think and it just goes OW.
So here's what's been going on, OTHER THAN my sitting so long in front of a computer/with a gazillion books/with a gazillion cases that my ass has been hurting for 5 days straight (true story!).
One is, I cannot tell if I am getting a cold, or your nose just runs continually when you make a practice of going out and running six miles when it is one degree above freezing. However, I have my sick hat on - which happens to also be my snake hat, which I bought off a bunch of extremely stoned elderly gentlemen in the Atlas mountains of Morocco who were sitting around and knitting and giggling away. Anyway, it makes perfect sense that one of these gentlemen knitted this hat while stoned, because look at it:
Yes, it is indeed a green-and-white-striped hat with a long snake coming from the top, with uneven, different-sized black button eyes. It is extremely thick and warm, however, and so I am wearing it in the hopes that staying toasty combined with the fact that I am drinking enough tea to make an elephant have to pee every fifteen minutes will ward off any cold I could get.
Also, every night I have been rereading Alice in Wonderland, which is wonderfully funny and clever and a nice break for my brain. BUT SO OFTEN, reading and owning cats are incompatible. Because the second you open the book, a cat will crawl into it, and then THAT
is the end
And finally, everything is still right with the world, because it is still officially bed time when Amouch plays with my feet. Every night before I got to bed, he HAS to play with my feet under the blankets. It is a THING. And a thing that we do not do in summer, because he is a vicious attacker of feet. He would kill them dead every time, if he could, but then they are back the next night, and thank god for that, because there can be no time for bed unless the feet have been attacked, it is the rule around here.
See? My ass may hurt, BUT EVERYTHING WILL BE OK.
My last final is Friday. See you after that!