A dear professor’s son committed suicide this past week; a few days ago, actually. I haven’t been active on this site because I have been in a bit of a mind funk over it. I have also been busy in the kitchen, cooking my boyfriend food. Lots of food. The extra portions are in the freezer for near future consumption. It’s strange, how I talk about death in one instance, the chosen path of dying, then move briskly on to eating, the intake of nourishment, all done in the effort to continue one’s life. Everything is circular. I spent my day lavishing in the uncomfortable humidity of a high rise apartment building. Remnants of Hurricane Gustav and his cousins have been breezing over the coast and soaking any outfit I choose to wear outside. I lied about forgetting my umbrella inside. I don’t think there is ever need or enough justification or precipitation, for that matter, necessitating the use of one.
I was gleeful to discover that one of my neurotic ticks was posted on iamneurotic.com.
It’s your job to guess at which one is mine within the screenshot below:
