these fragile bodies of touch and taste

The prospect of doing school work tonight is profoundly depressing. I have nothing better to do, but it's just more effort than I can handle right now. That is even more depressing.

Apple the iPod is dying due to hardware malfunctions. She is being sent off for repairs/replacement within the next five business days. I wish technology wasn't so lame.

I also wish I could kick this nausea that's been eating my life since new year's. It's really starting to cramp my style.

DC next weekend. This makes me happy.

I have to start submitting things. This is what I will do instead of a Women's Studies 323 commentary on geneticization and sterilization.