Glasses/Contacts? contacts
Music: Grandaddy (Just Like the Fambly Cat), Keane (Under the Iron Sea), Coldplay (X&Y)
12:00pm Ablutions
1:00pm Lunch: turkey sandwich.
2:00pm Internet goofoffery.
3:00pm Reheat coffee, read Lorrie Moore Birds of America (useful to thesis). Work (‘EmoBoys’)—plot edits/notes.
6:30pm Suffer digestive malady.
7:00pm Work. Drink diet pepsi, eat 2 mandarin oranges.
9:30pm Dinner: white rice, beef & green peppers.
10:30pm Work (EB; paper). Read Lorrie Moore Like Life (useful).
1:30am Shower.
2:30am Work.
Notes:
I’m having to go backwards a bit editing this story, which is a drag, but thankfully not as far back to the drawing board as SM. Got the three aforementioned albums together on a shuffling playlist. Incongruous, but created some adolescent, angsty pacing, which helped with this story. I did wish the Coldplay was better, but whatever. Keane supplies the necessary soul-dripping; Grandaddy just good.
The first concert I ever missed was in fact Coldplay (after 'Parachutes') with Grandaddy opening, many years ago. I'd actually gotten the tickets because I wanted to see Grandaddy. Alas, a missed opportunity that ne’er shall come again. Also, more great cat-themed album art.
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