Reality check and monday night bed buffet

Yesterday I felt the pressure of little cold sticky fingers down my spine, they kept traveling up and down practicing scales on my vertebrae.
I need to get focused on my thesis. My professor wrote me back and asked for more focus on my subject (I had mailed him yet another synopsis), although he did have some positive feedback as well.

My problem is the same as always; I can feel the greatness of the story in there, the truly fabulous angle on the State archive that the governor tried to get rid of in -92 and how the funding was divided, how they shape their procedures after the legislative winds, some interesting cases to present, and how the public may not even know about the theft of their history and public access rights if certain things should happen. But I'n not sure I can express all this in a satisfactory way.

My scientific method is called "archive ethnology" and it's fairly new, developed a few years ago by a professor in Archivism i Stockholm. Problem is, as with every new method, it's not evolved completely into a finished strategy yet, so I have to "fill in the gaps" myself.

In the beginning I had these grandiose thoughts I'd even send my work to a yearly competition on best scientific thesis/article in the field of Archivism that's held every spring in Stockholm.
Well...bugger that, right now I'll be happy if all these interviews and notes will formate themselves into something whole and coherent.

And in the middle of this...all I want to do, for some reason, is read and write poetry. But I only get to do that in little scraps of the day/evening, and maybe not even every day.

I read good stuff on my friends list and think ooh, I gotta link to this, or respond to this... and then my time and my thoughts scatter.

(so..while I remember: mojodragonfly, I really liked your revision on the library poem, I had more thoughts on responding, but it's all gone..for now...)

tooticky, I'm gonna read me some great porn during Thanksgiving, yeah, that's the weekend for it. I refuse to waste good porn in scraps of moments when I'm on the run!

usuakari, I hate you. You always write these long thoughtworthy posts I have a gezillion thoughts on, and then it's gone. Write something more stupid. Please, so I'll feel better.

Um...Star and cookie, I miss you guys. Tommen, sorry once again if I offended you, I still think the same, but It's not always necessary to express it...

Anyone else I've offended, neglected, or thought about in my ego bubble, I probably miss/like you too, in the same way I miss and like my perfect thesis that's not here. The only things staring back at me are my multiple notes and tapes. Ergh.

So, yesterday was monday, and there comes a point where there is only one thing to do on a gloomy monday, and that is to fix a bed buffet.

First you go to the deli dish and choose all kinds of things you never tried but always wanted to. The idea is to not cook on this particular monday night. If you have a little money, you spend it, no point in being cheap. Also you can be vulgar...like buy American party cheese in odd colors (if you have any sense of adventure, you gotta wonder how that thing tastes!). It can be something of a challenge to pick lots of "vegetarian" dishes, since there is no vegetarian proscuttio or texas hotwings...but thank the Deli Gods for cheese potato and meatless pate products.

If you don't have leftovers from a chocolate cake that you baked the weekend before, it is necessary to get something equivalent. I had the leftovers.

Then you go rent some extremely easy going movies or buy...oh for instance Firefly the whole season, I guarantee, watching such stuff on a Monday night is sooo much more right than the weekend, where you can go hike the mountains instead or something...

After this you carefully avoid doing anything close to homework, heavy reading, chores, cleaning. There is just a few more motions to go through: spread buffet on bed, if you have booze, keep it handy. Put film(s) into/near dvd or vcr and wait for your personal geek of preference to come home. Or if not, just be the geek yourself.

The day after, it all comes back to you however, like a nasty hangover, and here I'm sitting, staring at my notes. Nope, am not brilliant yet, just more filled with the evil that is party cheese.
I still have wine...I know it's morning, but it may just release the academic muse...