light up
Up at 7am. Showered, ate, walked, bussed, walked, found a free cubicle in the library, sat. Took out math homework - midterm next week.
I feel giddy. Like crazy, cant-sit-still, uncomfortable giddy. I haven’t had too much coffee - or any coffee, actually - is that why? No headache, though. Feel like I’ve been drugged.
This kind of feeling gives me suspicions that I have no control over my body. Or mind.
I wish I didn’t have to study math and that I could read poetry instead. Oh I was so lucky before and I didn’t even know it.
I meet with my number one favourite undergrad prof this week. He is so sexy in an older, possibly gay, poetry-lover way. He loves poetry to such an extreme - Ginsberg, Eliot, Crane - that he literally lights up from the inside out while discussing it. I imagined doing all sorts of dirty things to him while watching him lecture - is that wrong? I am hoping to remind him of how awesome I am so he will write me a fantastic academic reference. I might not mention the dirty fantasies. Or maybe I will. ;)
Oh Monday. Get on with it.
