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5:11 p.m. - 2004-06-18

kisses

Finished! Done! For the first time in my entire university career I have handed in every single assignment on time, no extensions, no excuses! Finished up to the very last word! And now it's over! Well, until next semester that is, but now I have six glorious weeks with NO ASSESSMENTS! Sure, there's work… and there's that conference I'm presenting a paper at… oh yeah, and that zine I need to finish and that performance I'm choreographing for a dance party… hmmm. Okay, well, at least that's no more essays for a couple of weeks. And the rest are all purely voluntary commitments, made because apparently I like doing that sort of thing.

I feel a strong need to celebrate but I am home alone and "celebratory washing of the dishes" or "celebratory cleaning of my bedroom" just don't have much of a cheerful ring. The cat seems unimpressed by my achievements and refuses to cuddle. It is by the way freezing cold. Even in a jumper and heavy coat my fingers are a scary yellowish lack-of-blood flow colour and all feeling has been lost from my nose (why is it always my nose and not, say, my elbow?). I despise winter. It dampens my celebratory mood. I would like to go and folic merrily, perhaps in a park somewhere, but that would involve too much coldness for my taste. Bah.

The bartender and I apparently have a date this evening but she has been quite elusive with details. I don't know when or if I should expect to be picked up, whether we'll be staying at her house or venturing out (this will strongly influence what I wear), whether I should eat first or expect to be fed… I have no idea.

I saw some photos in my procrastinating web-crawling of a stunning butch bottom kneeling, head bent slightly forward. Interesting more because of my immediate physical reaction- I am noticing more of an inclination on my part to respond to images that I haven't really had in the past. Visual porn has never done anything for me, really, but that's changing. Definitely something I want to explore in a little more depth.

I just added up the numbers in my head, and in the past fortnight I have produced somewhere in the region of 11 000 words of essay and related text. Yikes. Someone, somewhere, has to trawl through all that and actually mark it.

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