Tuesday Hatred: Peanut Butter
I hate that despite encouraging (though simultaneously quite distressing in their being necessary at all) events in Wisconsin I find it nearly inconceivable that the country will undertake a meaningful change in direction probably within my lifetime. Perhaps this is a failure of imagination on my part.
I hate my bad posture and my flabby midriff, and my lack of industry. I hate how difficult it is lately to concentrate on my dissertation. I hate applying for fellowships that I more or less feel it would be infra dig. to accept. (Infra anyone’s dig., let’s be clear, not just mine.) And, indeed, applying for anything at all; also, attempting to render my résumé more enticing. What, after all, have I ever done?
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