Doing Stuff that Doesn't Need Doing

If only there were some way I could turn this posting into an English paper on the significance and interpretative role of photographs in Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale... well I'd pretty much be in Heaven already, no? What the hell kind of Heaven is it where I'm writing English papers in my spare time? Oh that's right, the kind where I don't have this take-home Comp. Sci. midterm to finish.

I swear to God, it must all be one big conspiracy. For Christ's sake, they're both due at the exact same time tomorrow...

In other news, I did miss a posting yesterday, but no one noticed, so ignore what I just wrote, because we should just pretend what I just didn't write didn't happen.

My roommate today pointed out that this week, he has been so busy that he has only been able to watch about 1 hour of television, for the entire week. Myself on the other hand, I have been watching roughly 3-4 hours of television per day, counting the games of Madden that I play. My fuckin' Giants are 2-1 so far for the regular season, after a heart-breaking loss in their last home game against the Steelers, where a Brandon Jacobs fumble late in the 4th quarter resulted in a Steelers touchdown return to give them the tying score at 17-17, followed soon thereafter on the ensuing drive by an Eli Manning pass into triple coverage that was picked off and led to a game-winning field goal for the Steelers. Sigh. Story of my life.

This week's writing exercise:

The tall windows in front of me reflect an empty corridor, stretching out into the distance, a solitary girl walking in the darkness, floating hauntingly above the ground outside. Streetlights give off a muted, yellow glow, a sickly light, like the aisle lighting on a red-eye flight, submerged beneath the reflected floor. Two figures sit, hunched behind boxy frames of monitors, directly across from us, as if we are all sitting here working hard together. The girl two computers down from me can't quite contain her giggles. Her image in the glass laughs too, but silently.

Overhead, the line of ceiling lights go off in an unwavering line, reminiscent of a hospital corridor. After all, this is the building that's supposed to be Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. But the darkness outside swallows all this, as the hallway behind me stretches out in front of me in the window and fades, into the cold night air. Lifeless halls, fed by the mechanical churning of the printer, producing page after page of another junior paper, or God forbid, a senior thesis. Then it stops. The sound of the keyboard is all that is left, and even that drifts off slowly, into silence.

Excellent blog posts I wish I could emulate:

Tao of Poker (March 26, 2008)

Poker in the Weeds (July 12, 2006)

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I'm hooked on multi-v Vitamin Water. I figure I have to be missing some vitamins at least.