gathering the bones together
I tried to do without the Tylenol PM last night, on the grounds that it gave me a weird hangover yesterday and I spent much of Frank Conroy's class trying to keep the room from spinning. No go. My body will not sleep unless it's daylight out. This might be because I am seriously afraid of the dark, so that I can't go to sleep at night because I don't trust the sun to come up, and only once I see that it's light out and objects have reemerged from the void can I safely surrender consciousness. This happens around 7:30 a.m. But then I miss all the nice sunshine during the day, and I need the nice sunshine. Tonight I will try melatonin. It's natural.
We got our MFA final exams yesterday. They're due in a month. Here's a sample question:
Please give your assessment of the current state of literary culture in the United States. What books if any will be read by subsequent generations? Why?
Hot diggity! If there was ever an excuse to pontificate. And they even said "please."
This evening I am giving a reading at a bar (Talk/Art Cabaret Night at the Mill, 120 E. Burlington). Some autobiographical melodrama.
