Another full day, the morning was too tight and I couldn’t update. I’m just at my desk now and it’s 5p, damn. I’ll be here for a while trying to get some stuff done for tomorrow.

Working in this office is nice. I have a good view from my window, and the building itself has a pretty rich history. I’m actually sitting in the same space as a favorite sociologist  when he was writing his most influential book in the 60’s. I actually had to read that book a couple years ago in a course, and that’s when I learned of the connection to my office. Back then it used to be called “The Institute of American Studies” or something like that.

It’s sun shiny outside and the sun is fading, and I’m pretty hungry. Mostly I’m caffeine deprived. I will train later, but I have to go home first because all my stuff is there. It’s OK, I can turn it into warm up.

I shaved my cheeks and they feel bare and strange. I keep running the backs of fingers against the grain. It feels so weird and makes a scraping sound that seems very inhuman.

I shaved my armpits once, when I was in my early 20s. No reason. I was just in the shower and decided to keep going after shaving my chin. It was a bad decision. Not as bad as when you shave your pubes into a mohawk and the next day you’re like What The Fuck?

But pretty bad. They itched for about two straight weeks. Awful.

We are all so very weird. I need to go get some pizza and resume things here, so I’ll catch you later. I should be able to update like a normal person tomorrow, don’t worry.