love is worth everything we pay
Nov. 15th, 2006 11:56 pmAh, die Angst. My last two attempts at writing are complete rambling messes lasting several pages, so I will not attempt to post them here. Recap: I love my life. I hate my current occupation. I hate Cicero, but not all that much. Ditto Plato. I have a strange and paranormal familiarity with Handel’s violin sonatas, apparently. More angst. Moreover, my brain feels sort of... physically not there. Or as if it’s been dunked in ice water, and the action potentials are running in slow-mo. I am unable to form coherent thoughts in a timely fashion, and other people’s sentences get lost between the beginning and end while the poor little nerve cells are sitting around in pools of slushy interstitial fluid. The acetylcholine bits are trying to tray across the synapses, but keep getting stuck and sinking with a despairing wail because, you know, SLUSH.
Also, classicists still don’t know the difference between “evolution” and Darwin’s theory of evolution by natural selection. Or maybe they do, but can’t be bothered to refer to the right one. *headdesk*
Also, classicists still don’t know the difference between “evolution” and Darwin’s theory of evolution by natural selection. Or maybe they do, but can’t be bothered to refer to the right one. *headdesk*