- The scavenged wireless connection is surging in and out these days, dropping me in the middle of my daily stalking routine and other important business.
- My phone keeps cutting me off mid-call.
- My students keep talking over me like I'm not even there. Which is fine, since my head is badly gunked up and i don't really want to be. The 29 of us are trying to forge a new society inside a giant tissue box.
- And the dude upstairs (the apartment above me, that is; I'm not referring to god or anything) has been perfecting his bowling ball dropping technique at all sorts of wee hours lately.
I'm asking myself, why do I subscribe to podcasts that I never find time to listen to? it's depressing to see them build up. It's like that giant stack of back issue new yorkers in the home of everyone i know who subscribes to the new yorker. i have thought about subscribing but fear the pile. i pick it up now and then based on cover art and headlines or writers. even then they pile up to an extent.
Actually, the unlistened to podcasts are more depressing. no cover art.
how do other people keep up? i can't give up actual reading, my commute is too short, and i don't have a proper ipod anyway for listening in the car. i fall asleep if i listen too late, or too early. i can't listen while i work. maybe that's the difference.
i feel like a grouchy, cold, technophobe spinster of winter who just wants to curl up in her giant tissue box already. enough with all the communication breakdowns.
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