I just want you all to know that I'm up even though I don't have to be anywhere until noon.
A is coming over to pick up the papers in a few minutes but even though I could then go back to bed I'm not going to.
I feel all virtuous.
the blessed part of the morning wherein you drink coffee and congratulate yourself for getting up and read your email and think about how productive you are going to be today is over and now I must actually do something.
I think I will make a list.
1. read Descartes' third Meditation on proving the existence of God. that should put me in a good mood.
2. take second look at chapter six in textbook and think about how to make up a third essay assignment
3. actually write third essay assignment
4. give some thought as to what to say tomorrow
5. go to therapy
6. find own work to do. read about Levinas
7. play guitar
8. eat burrito
9. watch Friends reruns
10. go to bed
I wonder how much of this I will actually get to. 9 things to do before bed and 12 hours in which to do them.
oh and if I could just complain a little bit more about the heat or really about those who forecast the heat. why on earth do they say things like "unseasonably hot" or "temperatures way above normal" when it gets this hot this time of year every flcking year?? yeah we're above average but we are right smack dab in the middle of normal!
according to the WUnderground the fog is on its way. I'll believe it when I see it, or more to the point, when I feel it.
have finished 1-5 of to do list. Descartes' proof of the existence of God put me in a bad mood and then therapy put me in a worse one but I still had to write the assignment so I have and I hope it is coherent.
it is too hot to do any more work. it is too hot to go for a walk. it is too hot to enjoy anything.
it is too hot.
cool air is slowly falling through my window and onto the floor. there is still no fog that I can see but it seems to be in the 60s out there. last night at this time it was 80F.
I know it's pathetic to get all bent out of shape over three days of hot weather but when your only air conditioner is the sea breeze and it is out of order for those same three days there is much suffering to be done.
I managed to read something tangentially related to Levinas this afternoon. now I am confused about how Derrida defines metaphor but I shouldn't get too sidetracked in finding out. am wanting to draw diagrams of events and metonymic relations but need to turn off the machinery and mellow out on the way to bed.
oh and I'm concerned that I should already know Derrida's approach to metaphor if I'm about to become a doctor of philosophy. fraud! fraud!