I'm no prophet, I don't know nature's way.
Mar. 1st, 2004 10:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
raybearBreadloaf's nickname could become my own, as I'm 90% complete with my application to this year's conference. I woke up inspired about how to write my "application essay". There's really only one question on the whole form that isn't name/address/what genre/etc., and it's completely open-ended. I just finished writing it, and now I will go take a mid-morning nap, or at least watch some television and let my brain rest so I can come back and revise it later. I'll mail it off later this afternoon after I drop Lowenstein off.
Speaking of, she's leaving town. Ireland, for a week. Yesterday afternoon after we got home from our friends' handfasting ceremony and she started her frenzied ritual of packing, I started to feel the familiar ache in my bones that always precedes getting sick (of the cold variety). We had no Wellness Formula in the house, but made plans to get some later on in the evening when running last minute errands. I don't doubt that my illness is/was just as much psychosomatic about her leaving town, as it's caused by making out with several people this weekend (who also had made out with several people this weekend). Then again, my dependence on Wellness Formula to save me might be psychosomatic as well, so they're a perfect match. So far this morning I'm doing better, or at least I've curbed it from manifesting temporarily.
My week of being alone seems to be full already. Mostly with writing and school. After this application is done I must keep working on a packet to mail out on Wednesday, plus a piece to submit to my online writing workshop for Thursday. I had anticipated my week of being single would be filled with numerous social engagements of both the friendly and debaucherous nature, but it appears to be shaping up as more of Raymond-in-the-Office-Several-Hours-a-Day type week. Which is good too, as I work and write better when I'm in the house alone. Maybe I'll just save up all my energy for a social weekend, starting with Thursday's trivial pursuit game.
I've had several other intense moments from the weekend, but feel I've processed them internally enough or with my partner that I don't want to write about them here. Well, I wouldn't write about them publicly anyway, but I just mean journaling in general seems redundant in this moment. But I know later I'll look back and read entries like this and either remember what else was going on and wonder why I seemed to be ignoring it, or I will have forgotten about these moments and will have nothing to remind me. So this is really just a paragraph to my future self saying: yeah, I know.
Speaking of, she's leaving town. Ireland, for a week. Yesterday afternoon after we got home from our friends' handfasting ceremony and she started her frenzied ritual of packing, I started to feel the familiar ache in my bones that always precedes getting sick (of the cold variety). We had no Wellness Formula in the house, but made plans to get some later on in the evening when running last minute errands. I don't doubt that my illness is/was just as much psychosomatic about her leaving town, as it's caused by making out with several people this weekend (who also had made out with several people this weekend). Then again, my dependence on Wellness Formula to save me might be psychosomatic as well, so they're a perfect match. So far this morning I'm doing better, or at least I've curbed it from manifesting temporarily.
My week of being alone seems to be full already. Mostly with writing and school. After this application is done I must keep working on a packet to mail out on Wednesday, plus a piece to submit to my online writing workshop for Thursday. I had anticipated my week of being single would be filled with numerous social engagements of both the friendly and debaucherous nature, but it appears to be shaping up as more of Raymond-in-the-Office-Several-Hours-a-Day type week. Which is good too, as I work and write better when I'm in the house alone. Maybe I'll just save up all my energy for a social weekend, starting with Thursday's trivial pursuit game.
I've had several other intense moments from the weekend, but feel I've processed them internally enough or with my partner that I don't want to write about them here. Well, I wouldn't write about them publicly anyway, but I just mean journaling in general seems redundant in this moment. But I know later I'll look back and read entries like this and either remember what else was going on and wonder why I seemed to be ignoring it, or I will have forgotten about these moments and will have nothing to remind me. So this is really just a paragraph to my future self saying: yeah, I know.
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oh, and also...?
Date: 2004-03-01 07:21 pm (UTC)Re: oh, and also...?
Date: 2004-03-01 07:35 pm (UTC)You can maybe get Wellness Formula at GNC. Will you be in the loop? Because there's a health food store called Kramer's on Wabash just south of Adams where I buy it during the week. There's gotta be SOMEwhere in Andersonville that sells it, though I can't think right now....
Re: your other question: that conference looks interesting, but it's not the one I applied for. I submitted a manuscript for this one: http://www.middlebury.edu/blwc/
Re: oh, and also...?
Date: 2004-03-01 07:46 pm (UTC)Hm. I might try to get to the Whole Foods in Evanston. I spend half my day there tomorrow, then head down to the North/Clybourn area for the rest of the day. Ah, life on public transit.
Re: oh, and also...?
Date: 2004-03-01 08:14 pm (UTC)