Slowly But Surely, I Suppose

Again, I'm lacking some desire to write, but I wanted to get something down. I've been wracking my brain for a topic for next assignment for cultural criticism. It's to involve an element of memoir for the purpose of making a larger point. I only read a couple of pages today. I spent most of the afternoon switching back and forth between Three Men and a Baby, Troop Beverly Hills, and the Cubs/Pirates game with a couple of trips to the laundry mat and back. This evening included One-Hour Photo and half of Amelie. But no more of this! Tomorrow I am going to leave my multi-colored house in search of somewhere to study. It was going to be Central Park, but that was before the windy rain began to fall. So I may just head over by school to shove my nose in sixties rhetoric and Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl by Linda Brent, which is for Monday's race and gender class. Also on tap for tomorrow is a trip to Bensonhurst, which is a few stops past mine on the F in B'klyn. I'm in search of cannoli. I have been instructed to find an authentic Italian bakery in order to enjoy a sampling of this dessert that I have never had before in my life. We'll see what my search yields. So there you have excruciating details about my excruciating day. I'm going to get back to wracking my brain for an essay topic. Memoir, memoir, memoir...