becoming-machine

This is my madcap attempt at self-discipline: To make an elaborate, exacting schedule for the next 3 or so weeks. It goes like this, ( for example: )

and then there is a separate page detailing every one of the days from today til the 17th, with the hours and my designated activity (like: 9, wake up. eat breakfast. 10, work out. 11-2, notate.) It's actually insane.

If I can stick to it, it will be the best thing ever. G-ddess willing. So let this be my public pledge to stick to my self-imposed schedule as closely as possible.

l'homme de la bibliotheque

Oh I've got such a crush on the little library man. He's wearing a cute old man cap that he somehow manages to make look polished and effete, and he perches like I'd imagine David Sedaris might back behind the desk. I'm so sure he's gay as a whistle; Kris, any leads? I mean he's not even objectively attractive (pale, nondescript cropped and/or balding blond hair, etc) but damn.

Or maybe it's just that whenever I'm in the library I'm pretty punchy to start with.