Marc
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One. I look to the area on my desk just above my mouse/mousepad and I see a half-empty bottle of Bud Light. I know that I probably drank it last night, but I just can't put it together. I remember back when I was able to drink and drink and drink and not feel so crappy the next day, but I believe that that glorious era has quietly faded off into the distance. Now I get hungover and slow and retarded. My arms are shaking, and I've spent more time in the bathroom than I wish to talk about. At least I didn't pay for any of the drinks last night, though. It's nice to have roommates that get big fat military checks every once in a while.
Two. War? If you'd have asked me three or four days ago how I felt about an impending war, I would've said I was opposed. I would've had reasons, too. But ever since hostilities first began some few days ago, I can't say much now. I've listened and talked at length to a professor of mine about the arguments this war is based on -- Resolution 1441, the UN's inability to come to a cohesive decision, reasons and methods for starting a nuclear weapons program in a small country, and so on -- and now I'm all torn up inside. First, what's the point of being against a war that is pretty much unstoppable at this point? The Bush administration isn't going to listen to either domestic or international protests and do a military 180 degree turn. They will fight until they feel they have sufficiently achieved their goals. Does that mean that I'm against protesting? Hell no. Protest away. Maybe it will sway opinion or help shape some kind of policy for after the military actions. I'm most likely still opposed to this war, or the way that it has begun. But, in the overall scheme of things -- What if diplomacy would've worked? What if the UN had come to a consensus on war? What if Iraq does use WMDs? and so forth -- I just don't know quite where I stand anymore.
Three. From the pieces that I can put together about last night, I can say with certainty that I walked home from the bar in nothing but a t-shirt. Why, then, when I woke up at six something-or-other this morning was I in a ball underneath all the blankets on my bed, freezing to death? Because the window was open, that's why. When did it get so cold again? It's still a beautiful day, just much colder than yesterday. I want Spring back, dammit.
Four. I woke up again at eight o'clock, and decided not to go back to sleep. I had this big plan for visiting my class of freshman at the high school I'm going to be teaching at, mostly involving not showering, not shaving, and generally looking hungover and whatnot, and I've just realized that I've gone far beyond my initial plan. I have become totally hungover. Ugh. I always knew I was an overachiever.
Up Next: Selections from Antenna by Cave In; You Are Free by Cat Power; and The Clash by the Clash.
Tomorrow: A televised Cubs game. A grill out. Drunk by sundown.
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One. I look to the area on my desk just above my mouse/mousepad and I see a half-empty bottle of Bud Light. I know that I probably drank it last night, but I just can't put it together. I remember back when I was able to drink and drink and drink and not feel so crappy the next day, but I believe that that glorious era has quietly faded off into the distance. Now I get hungover and slow and retarded. My arms are shaking, and I've spent more time in the bathroom than I wish to talk about. At least I didn't pay for any of the drinks last night, though. It's nice to have roommates that get big fat military checks every once in a while.
Two. War? If you'd have asked me three or four days ago how I felt about an impending war, I would've said I was opposed. I would've had reasons, too. But ever since hostilities first began some few days ago, I can't say much now. I've listened and talked at length to a professor of mine about the arguments this war is based on -- Resolution 1441, the UN's inability to come to a cohesive decision, reasons and methods for starting a nuclear weapons program in a small country, and so on -- and now I'm all torn up inside. First, what's the point of being against a war that is pretty much unstoppable at this point? The Bush administration isn't going to listen to either domestic or international protests and do a military 180 degree turn. They will fight until they feel they have sufficiently achieved their goals. Does that mean that I'm against protesting? Hell no. Protest away. Maybe it will sway opinion or help shape some kind of policy for after the military actions. I'm most likely still opposed to this war, or the way that it has begun. But, in the overall scheme of things -- What if diplomacy would've worked? What if the UN had come to a consensus on war? What if Iraq does use WMDs? and so forth -- I just don't know quite where I stand anymore.
Three. From the pieces that I can put together about last night, I can say with certainty that I walked home from the bar in nothing but a t-shirt. Why, then, when I woke up at six something-or-other this morning was I in a ball underneath all the blankets on my bed, freezing to death? Because the window was open, that's why. When did it get so cold again? It's still a beautiful day, just much colder than yesterday. I want Spring back, dammit.
Four. I woke up again at eight o'clock, and decided not to go back to sleep. I had this big plan for visiting my class of freshman at the high school I'm going to be teaching at, mostly involving not showering, not shaving, and generally looking hungover and whatnot, and I've just realized that I've gone far beyond my initial plan. I have become totally hungover. Ugh. I always knew I was an overachiever.
Up Next: Selections from Antenna by Cave In; You Are Free by Cat Power; and The Clash by the Clash.
Tomorrow: A televised Cubs game. A grill out. Drunk by sundown.
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