September 9, 2007 § 5 Comments
After a spate of September socializing, I’ve decided to stay in tonight. It is a habit of mine to avoid going out on weekends if at all possible; also, I am flat broke and will be until my student loan comes in. That, though, is a rant for another day, and when it comes I promise you it will be searing.
Tonight, my apartment is cool and almost eerily quiet. I managed a few household chores and a bit of research before succumbing to my present state of distracted inertia, which I am further fuelling with a glass of scotch. I may not go out on weekends but I see no reason not to drink on them, especially when scotch is available.
My thesis proposal is coming along, albeit at the expense of my social life and, at moments, what remains of my psychological well-being. Slowly, I am reclaiming my identity as a bona fide graduate student, which is a polite way of saying that I am becoming a flaky, neurotic bore. My lack of financial wherewithal hasn’t helped matters any, nor has my insomnia, which has reached epic proportions.
Worse, Saturn has recently entered Virgo, a transit that is the astrological equivalent of Johnny Rotten dejectedly moaning “No fun” at the Winterland Ballroom. It is also a transit that veritably screams “FINISH YOUR FUCKING PH.D., ALREADY!“, so it is nothing if not well-timed.
I’ll have more to say about all of this when I am able to replenish my dwindling reserves of scotch; until then, I will take solace from Oso Raro, who assures me that the light at the end of the tunnel is not an oncoming train. He wouldn’t lie, would he?