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
of THAT.
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!
Awwww, kitties!
ReplyDeleteThe stoned snake hat is AMAZING and GLORIOUS. Also I think it is awesome that there are stoned knitting gentlemen in Morocco. I no longer partake, but when I did, knitting while under the influence was a rare and utterly engrossing pleasure. AND A WORLDWIDE CUSTOM.
Feel better! Drink all the teas! Demolish all the exams!
I think you have made me a cat person.
ReplyDeleteAlso, love the hat! It's so unique... I want one. :)
B., I took up knitting once for a week, and found it horribly boring. And clearly my problem was that I was not doing it under the influence.
ReplyDeleteAnd Vertigo, if I have made you a cat person, my job on this earth is done :) I haven't the faintest idea what people do without cats. I mean, what do you do with your lap? Do you just keep it for yourself?
Came across your blog a little bit ago and am enjoying it and feeling your "paper-pain"
ReplyDeleteShan
Shan, I KNOW, RIGHT??? I have just definitely lost my battle with my cold. I blame the paper.
ReplyDeleteCute hat!
ReplyDeleteHope you get better soon :)
Also feeling the paper pain, I have three left to write in the next three weeks :S I hate grad school. Or maybe I just hate my non-existent time-management skills!
Gayle, you're so awesome.
ReplyDeleteI am at my parents for various reasons. Including that my little sister (when she was very little she was just my sister, then I had to say my little sister because there's a big age gap and people found it weird, now she's Nearly An Adult and she's my baby sister) is here. And also my cat. The cat who is MY cat, and does silly kitten things when I am upset. He jumped up on my shoulder when I was working at the kitchen table. He did that when he was tiny. It was lovely
I sometimes wish my dog Jake could be a lay-about, but all he does is want to play. You try to rub his belly and he just grabs his Kong to play tug-of-war. However, I think he has a thing for feel as well since he tends to lay on my feet which, like a cat in the lap, is the end of all things productive.
ReplyDeleteGood Luck, you'll kick-ass I'm sure!