Friday, January 26, 2007
(12:00 AM) | Adam Kotsko:
Friday Afternoon Confessional: Other, more desperate games
I confess that I'm much better at making depressing mixes. I confess that I've used over half of the blank CDs Mike bought last time he wanted to make a mix. I confess that I miss Radiohead, to the point where I'm listening to the Thom Yorke solo album every few days. I confess that listening to music I used to like in college is a vivid reminder of how incredibly depressed I was at that time -- or, if it was summer vacation, either angry (Nine Inch Nails) or resurgently adolescent (Pink Floyd).I confess that doing laundry yesterday didn't feel as good as it normally does. I confess that I may have problems that can't be solved with clean socks. I confess that even though I object to my family's policy that males as well as females must sit down to pee, I can see what they're getting at.
I confess that I have no idea who Kreszentia Cheeseman is, and I think it's better that way.
I confess that I'm having some serious difficulty getting myself to read The Nature and Destiny of Man other than on the CTA.
I confess that I'm having some serious difficulty getting to sleep without a fan, but it's too cold to have a fan on. I confess that perhaps the "but" should be replaced with a "because" -- the fan puts me in a coma-like state from which I am finding it harder and harder to emerge each morning.
I confess that last night I had trouble getting to sleep because I was worried that my bank account would be overdrawn, something that has somehow miraculously never happened to me. I confess that I have had dreams about the following: asking my roommate if he would consider scraping and rinsing his dishes more often; moving over closer to Damen to make it more practical to take the Wilson Express downtown once the catastrophic Red/Brown/Purple line delays start this spring; doing laundry somewhere that does not require quarters. There have been times when I was interested in someone and I had constant dreams that we were just hanging out and talking. I can only shudder at the horrific urges that underlie those dreams.
I confess that I still use my mom's favorite interjections -- namely, "rut roh" and "Oh my lands." I confess that I'm not totally sure that she still uses them.
I confess that I keep posting these things earlier and earlier. (Blogger needs a post-dating function. Automation is the key to successful blogging.)
