lisbet (aidenraine) wrote,

Behind the wheel

For some reason I just found it really funny that I am sitting in my car on the north side of Chicago reading Zizek next to one of my dogs, while the other is getting a complementary dental cleaning done. I am thinking about media theory and listening to classical radio. How the hell did I get here? Why, when there are so many daft people in grad school, do I struggle so much? (Actually I know why... Nobody ever thinks my grand proposals for what I want to study are credible. They may be right. I am big on ideas, low on focus.)

P.S. I have wrinkles. Stupid fair, dry skin. They won't go away even with all of my obsessive skin pampering (something I have been doing since junior high.)
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