Post Partum

After weeks and weeks of subsisting on little sleep and tons of Hazelnut-flavored coffee, I'm experiencing strange effects. The biggest thing I discovered yesterday was how absolutely exhausted I am.

I got up yesterday at some point -- I don't remember when because I'm exhausted -- went to the city to do something, and then on the return trip home, succumbed to the heaviness of my eyelids. Desiring to overcome this exhaustion and push through with various assignments I have due, I decided to exit at 7th Ave. and attempt to write an article at the Tea Lounge over a cappuccino.

But again, I succumbed to the heaviness of my eyelids. So I'm tired. I slept 10 and a half hours last night and still have no energy. I think vitamins might be in order. And vegetables, perhaps. I'm going to hit FreshDirect.com so I can have some groceries delivered tomorrow.

Yes, I will from now on buy my groceries online. I haven't really been grocery shopping in a few months, so this should be good. Other than this, I think sleep is in order. Lots of it. No post-structuralism. No George Eliot. No Virginia Woolf. Sleep. That's it. The over-rated holidays will entail my attending three movies in succession at Union Square 14: Cold Mountain, of course; Mona Lisa Smile; and The Company.

That's the big Christmas Day plan. And sleep. And maybe gorge myself with the food I get from FreshDirect.com. I'm at school right now, preparing to submit the last of my PhD applications. I've now had two PhD dreams in two nights, and I imagine they'll continue. Neither have been good. I hope my most recent rejection doesn't mean there will be future rejections. I'm going to try to be positive, though, while simultaneously considering post-New School employment options. As we near the end of 2003, I've been looking back on the previous 12 months, something that I know everyone does. I plan on regurgitating my thoughts here at a later, more restful, time.