9.25.2002
the perils of this profession
it's midnight and i have an article due in 12 hours and i have a really bad case of writer's block (and the munchies). WAH!
i was standing on the subway platform at 34th street waiting to go uptown to meet a friend for dinner. out of nowhere, this guy comes up and asks me about my shirt. in itty bitty letters on the back, it says "queenstown new zealand". "are you from queenstown," he asks in his cute antipodean drawl. "oh no" i say, completely giving the answer away. but we commence to chat for about 10 minutes and part ways at the same subway stop on the upper west side.
today, one of my professors brought in a guest speaker. he was my prof's book editor and lo and behold, he was australian.
quite the antipodean day, no?
yet this doesn't solve my writer's block issues. WAH!
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bubbly and lovely: i'm too poor for therapy.
