pellucidity

there was a guest psychiatrist from copenhagen at work today, he had an angular face with beady blue eyes. it seemed like he might turn into some hairy creature under the full moon. i picture him sprouting coarse hair on his back and defying gravitational laws, howling. he was interesting, i felt the urge to watch his mouth move when he spoke. he told us about self-awareness in schizophrenia. sometimes he changed the topic and his inflection completely and nobody noticed, it all flowed naturally like a dream. he made me think about what it would be like to wake up and suddenly feel that it was strange to have a body. maybe it is strange to have a body, to be contained.

there are days when i leave work feeling very inspired. today was one of them. i left thinking i'm going to turn into the best damn psychologist that ever came out of montana. it all made sense today, meant something. it made me think that learning the GRE hit parade might actually be worthwhile.

(hhhhhh. i'm sick of studying.)

(i'm also sick of not drinking coffee and not eating cheese. yes i know, it has only been three days...)

so now it's friday night and i'm sitting alone in my apartment with franklin (i'm sooo lame), twelve stacks of words to memorize because graduate students must have a very expansive vocabulary. there are some people i miss. there are some places i'd rather be than here:

1. aberdeen
2. seattle, drinking wine with darby
3. flathead lake, in a tent by a campfire
4. the best thai restaurant in new york, the name starts with an S and multiple people have told me about it but i still haven't been...it's in queens.

(i wish i had the power of teleportation.)

oh, and just in case you didn't know (i just learned this word):

pel·lu·cid: –adjective
1. allowing the maximum passage of light, as glass; translucent.
2. clear in meaning, expression, or style: a pellucid way of writing.