a peek into my lair...my life...my psychosis

thursday night i came home from work and made a turkey, roast beef, munster cheese, lettuce, and tomato sandwich on good rye bread. it was killer. then i spent the next 7 & 1/2 hrs. seated here. in this chair. look at this area. my goodness.



after a few hours i got up to get another glass of green tea and stretch and i happened to look at my area. this is it. this is me. i didn't move things around or have any kind of set-up. i simply scooted in my chair and took the photo. that is scary. books, notecards, laptop. those are the main items one notices when they look at this born digital image. however, the real me is is not as noticeable. or rather - the devil is in the details. a box of kleenex, a huge glass of tea, mucinex, and pepto-bismal. ha! no shit. it is true. i stay up till 2:00 am writing research papers and i shoot pepto right from the bottle with an iced green tea chaser. holy shit. this is my life.

a friend of mine attributes my never ending stomach issues to a possible ulcer. uh oh. that certainly doesn't sound good. what causes an ulcer? what can one do about an ulcer? this friend of mine said, "you're not gonna like the answer......" they are caused my stress and booze and a possible remedy would be less drinking. my god. it's nearly as bad as being allergic to dairy. oh wait. it's worse.

my actions? nothing. i am in graduate school. stress is inevitable. i am in library school where it is a pre-requisite to be somewhat crazy. i'm in graduate school and alcoholism is practically a requirement to be in my family. i can't win. however, i don't consider myself a loser either. i'm a winner with side effects. ha!

on a side note. my research paper is almost done. i've actually read and researched the sources and will have the paper done before the day it is due. that will be a first in the history of my educational career. i've been in school for over five years and this is like the first time in my life i haven't procrastinated and waited till the very last second.

i must admit. it feels pretty fucking good.