...Gone!
<<2003-03-06 - 4:50 p.m.>>

I'm exhausted, running on not nearly enough sleep, trying to get my work done and not quite making it.

But oh so very happy to be in a lovely new room with lots of desk space, lots of shelf space, and, of course, a fantastic roommate. Told Zibby this morning that I feel like I could live a normal life here. And perhaps that would indicate that the fact that I have rather a lot of assorted clutter still sitting around the Old Room is something of a metaphor, hm?

It's just that sometimes Real Life is scary. Eddie asked me after conference the other day if I was going to be in New York for spring break. I responded that I was, and that Miriam would be with me (she's in my conference and was walking with me; it wasn't just random). He said maybe he'd run into me. I repeated this to Zibby and she said it sounded like he wanted to see me over the break, the possibility of which I had actually considered myself, and that's just weird. You know, considering the little crush and all.

And now I am finding an excuse to email him before he leaves for Oxford tomorrow to interview for a dream job.

Imagine the possibilities. Year abroad at Oxford, living in cozy apartment reading poetry in spare time, having whirlwind romance with handsome philosophy professor...well, there's nothing like a fantasy.

And my thoughts are oh-so-scattered. Lying all over the floor. Oh, to be a wisp of cigarette smoke in the rain. Or not. Oh, to be a real live human being. Sometimes solidity is not so very bad.

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