Started fine. I shared a smoothie and a cigarette with the abster, early in the mornin'. Then, hell. Despite being invited to a faculty election party and hearing that August Kleinzahler was reading there on Thursday, MIT was not a fun place to work. I tried frantically to control myself and then to write on my lunch break, and nothing worked. I got nowhere, in any context. Eventually I went home and tried to make guacamole. I stabbed myself while pitting an avocado, putting a 1.5" gash in my left hand. Straight through all of the skin. All of it. I wasted a white t-shirt stopping the bleeding and then I filled the gash with rubbing alcohol. zing. Roommate James crazy glued it shut. Then I made the best guacamole I've made yet.
It's the second night of seasonal disafective disorder season. Time to buy bandages and wander the streets until my phone rings. Again, I am a very simple person.