Thursday, August 19, 2004
Mysterious Illness Strikes Dr. C.
- the ague
- yellow fever
- the vapours.
(As you can see, during my illness I've given myself permission to read these books that are based on the life of Josephine Bonaparte that I got for my birthday, and thus all of my potential illnesses are 18th/19th century ones. Thankfully I do not have small pox.)
In other news, there isn't much other news. Freud called me on Monday, and we actually had a really good conversation. It occurs to me that he may not be a psychotic weirdo but rather may just be a weirdo around people. I seem to recall him being one who told me that he is "socially awkward" (and not the first one, because I attract the socially awkward set - because they want to feed off of my generally sunny and outgoing disposition, I think). In addition, I think that I may make him feel more awkward than he generally would feel.
So anyway, I had to get off the phone with him because my friend Stella was having an emergency, and he had already gone to bed (I think) when I called back. I left a message, but he has not called in two days. I think that Freud may be feeling like I don't like him, but it's not that. It's just that I'm not in like with him. I don't know. Maybe it's just hard to be in like with somebody whose research is all about motor skills. I just can't figure out why the movement of one's arm when one reaches for her cup of coffee is interesting. I know, I'm being anti-intellectual, but until he explains to me why the fuck what he's doing matters (and I've tried to make him and have yet to be convinced) I just can't get it up for him in any non-lame sort of a way. I may think that Dr. Earnest is annoying with his attempts to make his research/teaching "activist", but I do think that what he's doing is interesting and that his passion for it is clear.
Well, folks, I've got like 400 things on my list of things to do so I feel like I should do some of them. I know, I've become boring during my illness, and work only makes me more boring. I may call Freud tonight and ask him to hang out, if only to have some material for the blog.