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Friday, December 06, 2002
My skin is dry, not like Bob Newhart's delivery, but like skin that lacks moisture.

It's almost a haiku except lacking any sense of rhythm, beauty, reference to nature, or appropriate line breaks.

I itch.

I've been reading a lot about berdaches. I'm very tired of reading about berdaches. I'm very tired of gender theory. I should study for my finals. I have lots of plays to catch up on. I have half a semester of sociolinguistics to learn. Seven-- eight? ten? fifty? essay questions to prepare for. From scratch. Scratch. I itch.

There's nothing on tv. I find no pleasure in any of this. I want to be in Toronto. Now.

 Why are you in Tavie's head? 2:30 AM | shower me with attention