Friday Afternoon Confessional: Opposition to Thumbs
I confess that last night I accidentally sat on The Girlfriend’s hand while we were getting into a cab, in such a way as to severely strain her thumb. She is planning on going to a clinic this morning to have it checked out. I confess that I feel horrible, even though it was an accident. I confess that though this is easily the worst complication to arise, something normally does go wrong whenever we declare a night to be “date night.”
I confess that this week I have made rapid progress on my sociopath book and, contrary to my previous experience, have also been able to do a ton of reading while in writing mode — normally the two modes appear to be largely incompatible. I confess that one of the books I read was Jameson’s A Singular Modernity, and the night after I finished it, I dreamed that Jameson had continually referred to the theologian Paul Tillich (in fact he did not). That has to count as my most boring dream in years.
I confess that I received my last paycheck from Kalamazoo College this morning. I confess that I received my last teaching evaluations earlier this week and, like every other young teacher in the world, focused on the negative outliers rather than the overall consensus that I had done a good job. I confess that I somehow managed to save up a decent amount of money despite my ridiculous lifestyle of having two apartments, buying expensive Amtrak tickets every month, etc.
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