Ara tells me I project my self-criticism onto others, or something, but I know she's really criticizing me when she says it; all I really know is when I walked into class today and didn't have my students' graded papers printed out, I know I felt the quiet hate bubbling up. It's too humid in this building for me to get away with being such a fuck-up. I'll finish them now and email them out, I guess.
Granted, the delay was partially caused by my water bottle never closing right, and so inevitably soaking the hinge-end of my new laptop in diluted herbal tea.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
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