and we think there's a difference depending on who you're stealing from.

Listening to Atom and His Package and reading feminist econ and preparing to write a fabulous 5 page essay before this time tonight. I am so tired of school and I still have a 20 page queer theory paper to pound out before the week's end (ideally). Yay for the ease with which I obtain extensions.

I don't know if I'm going to the trans politics conference this weekend.

another sunday evening spent hunched over a desk

Mmm bread. Okay, no not really, but it was a lovely convenience that the Retreat was out of matzoh just before sundown.

Fuccck work that I don't care about. And, while I'm at it, fuck the work I actually do care about, the work that I create to solve a bunch of directly-and-super important questions in the span of 15-20 pages. Just, fuck it.

By which I mean:
-finish econ paper tonight
-come up with philosophy proposal
[[sleep]]
-start queer theory paper
etc.

Gah. I'm out of cigarettes to boot. Ready for the summer, kind of. (I'll be working in PA again because my boss invoked Val in her email to me, Val being the chef I worked with and one of my most beloved mentor/father *cough* figures. So kitchen laddery, here I return!)

Speed might help, but all I got is diet Coke.