I would say that yesterday, though not work-productive, was at least emotionally and personally productive. The Professor called me out of the blue, and we spent a greater part of the afternoon hanging out, doing some work (I got more done than he did, but that's to be expected)--like old times, though without all the fraughtness. And it seems like we're friends again, to a certain extent. It was nice.
The evening wasn't bad, either. There were a certain number of political jokes that had to be made. And, again, I say to myself that it's nice not to wake up by myself all the time.
Now to do some laundry before I go teach. I have a feeling that the next week or ten days or so is going to be kind of a festival of suck, workwise, but at least that means I'll save money. This week has been fun, but a bit on the expensive side.
About Me
- the other woman
- "She did not know if she did it on purpose, but she lived as a fatality the necessity of destining her pleasure to the absent one, who moreover was not always the same, the other of the other always possibly being an other. This is naturally, and here I have to quote her, a 'surplus' of always available pleasure, and a 'fatal deprivation.' After a silence: the day that I love someone, man or woman, I am certain, or I believe that it will stop, in any event this is how I will recognize love. I have loved a lot, however, without ever abandoning myself to those I loved, presently I mean. And up to the present. Another silence (I had already asked for the bill) and without anything provocative or vulgar, with a kind of confidence which I still like to think of: I have the feeling that with you [vous] it would be different." (Derrida, Envois)
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