I got a big chunk of dissertation done this morning which is to say not all that very many pages but a few and of a part that I have been dreading writing about for the last five years. it wasn't so hard as I thought it was going to be but then five years ago only about 50% of my brain cells were online.

I feel like I just passed something really huge. kind of let down, too, like I'm not sure what's next. Levinas for instance doesn't need all that much explaining but I need to tie together some loose ends with him and Agamben on shame for instance--how is that to be ameliorated by the event of sense? and get onto the metonymic part where I get to just say whatever the hell I want about Gertrude Stein.

it takes so fucking long to do this.

I kind of feel like heading up to the coffee shop with only a star outside for a bowl of americano. that might give me something like impetus to move about.