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May. 29th, 2001 06:54 pmWhat did I do this Memorial Day weekend? Rescheduled my flights. I am now leaving for Baltimore on the 13th, and then for Chicago on 17th. Santa Barbara, same time. Read. Went to a barbecue and took a nap after a beer and two White Russians (with Stoli Vanilli, yum). I don't like being a lightweight sometimes. Raced to Logan to get my sister to DC. Ate carrot soup, vegetable lasagna, and cheesecake. You know something? I could go for cheesecake, beer, and something warm right now.
Oh, yes, a good part of the Hebrew loanword paper came together quicker than expected. Now I need to write the whole David Levi and Rev. Robert Lowth encounter and Anglo-Jewish history. And the 15 pages of psycholinguistics stare at me, taunting me. I still need to read and summarize some chapters in Foreign Language Learning. And I missed work for all this. Damn.
I wish I could talk about my personal life. I need to have lunch with Nana, say goodbye to my writing group, Mateusz, some random folks at Diesel, and Arik, before I leave. I don't know if it is forever. I don't know how long my new job will stay in business. I don't know if it is a good sign when Sivan asks me to bring him to the Linguistics Institute with me. "I want you to be happy." If I am not pining for someone and spending nights along, someone is e-mailing me, IMing me, demanding attention, plotting every chance to get together. It is either famine or getting food shoved down my throat with me. I know Sivan sometimes is needy, but I don't know how much is enough, when to say "wait, I want space! Not aloneness, space!" He said he loved when I asserted myself, told him where I stood. I could now, if I knew.
Oh, yes, a good part of the Hebrew loanword paper came together quicker than expected. Now I need to write the whole David Levi and Rev. Robert Lowth encounter and Anglo-Jewish history. And the 15 pages of psycholinguistics stare at me, taunting me. I still need to read and summarize some chapters in Foreign Language Learning. And I missed work for all this. Damn.
I wish I could talk about my personal life. I need to have lunch with Nana, say goodbye to my writing group, Mateusz, some random folks at Diesel, and Arik, before I leave. I don't know if it is forever. I don't know how long my new job will stay in business. I don't know if it is a good sign when Sivan asks me to bring him to the Linguistics Institute with me. "I want you to be happy." If I am not pining for someone and spending nights along, someone is e-mailing me, IMing me, demanding attention, plotting every chance to get together. It is either famine or getting food shoved down my throat with me. I know Sivan sometimes is needy, but I don't know how much is enough, when to say "wait, I want space! Not aloneness, space!" He said he loved when I asserted myself, told him where I stood. I could now, if I knew.
