I feel so broken to be here late at night. Our conversations go from
grad-student-speak to the grossest things we've ever seen on the subway
and how that relates to Warhol's factory films... I feel like nothing here
was made for me, like nothing is permanently mine I could glide in and out
of here with only some extra gum under the desks to mark that I'd ever
been here... I think that's what I hate most about these labs -- that I'm
not comfortable here, with the "ergonomic" arm rests and specially
formulated chairs for perfect six-foot dummy people who only exist in my
architecture books.... I can't snack as I go like I can at home, I can't
walk around the block or play with the cats wile I'm waiting for some
broke-ass computer object to spit some more of my half-assed crap out.
Like now, 11:09 on Thursday and here I am waiting for something to finish
itself off so I can just go the fuck home already. My day's been something
of a disaster -- the type that no ammount of lunch break in the park
fixes... Home will be so nice. I just wanna go home, 'k?
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