starfrosting | (no subject)

Be still, my heart! I'm not talking about love I'm talking about erratic sleep patterns and caffeine-induced anxiety. Stop being twitchy little guy, and whichever of you hormone secreters keeps flooding my body with adrenaline would do well to stop.

Today I had chocolate milk and a grilled cheese for lunch and it was delicious. The grilled cheese was feta and brie though cos that was the last of the cheese we had. It sounds disgusting but it was surprisingly good.

I am excited at the possibility of going to Sunday brunch at the George with my expat friend. It is Easter, but hey, if anyone's gonna be open for the ungodly among us it better be the g-ddamn gay bar.

Also I need to start writing my Bergson paper but that clearly won't happen til this weekend. Ohhhh lord. I have two exciting sounding books out of the library: multiplicity and becoming: th epluralist empiricism of gilles deleuze and the new bergson. Deleuze's bergsonism evidently never lived in the UCD library, despite being in the catalogue, so that's annoying. This shit is hard so I'm looking forward to rolling up my sleeves and digging in.

Speaking of hard, I am terrified by my lack of a grasp of analytic metaphysics. I guess I haven't really been trying at all but I need to train my brain to at least grasp the arguments more comprehensively, stat. How can I remain open to a line of thought I find so repellant? How can I remain open enough to get its logic and then begin to dissemble it? Ahhhh.

There is lots of other stuff I want to say like about a recent propensity for emotional outpouring and resurgent massive doubts about transitioning but maybe I will save that for later.