before today

When I lived in my first apt in grad city about two years ago, I used to spend countless saturday nights -- just like tonight -- in front of the computer, reading various things (blogs, doubtless). Of course, there were times when I was productive, for instance, an hour's worth of devotion to actual research, academic stimulation -- oh how I'd love to bathe in inspiration about now.

Trying to read non-related essay by david savran, and then back to brainstorming on an essay. I miss those saturday nights of reckless eating and reading and sleeping.

not ready

I feel like renaming this occasional space and calling it Uninspired. How did I get to be so dull and unexcited about anything? Been lousy and moody for a few months now. I'd like to be back in the place when all I cared about was me and my books -- a happy place. Where are the Ruby red shoes when I need them?