bits and bobbles

Had a spur of the moment meeting with the Kat this morning, which was lovely. It's nice to be back in the city where such things are possible.
Now at school and I am all the tired ever.

Have gotten one paper back. The prof. had a couple of problems with it, and they really just made no sense to me. Within three sentences he said a) my conclusion waffled b) my conclusion made perfect sense and c) my conclusion didn't quite explain the play's potency. I'm just not quite sure how all these things can be true. And further, (though admittedly I wrote this paper much later at night than I should have) I don't even think that was what the paper was about. I'm not sure I even was addressing the play's potency at all. However, I got a very good grade, and at the moment I'm attempting to figure out how to talk to him about it, without looking like a grade grubber. I just want to know, damn it.

And yes, I must admit to a certain sorrow that I didn't get the response of: "That was brilliant! You must publish it immediately!" But I suppose I wasn't really expecting that. Or if I was, I shouldn't have been.

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Last night was another spin on the social whirl that has been the last week or so. My cousin's in town - probably the closest thing to a big brother I've got - (the way in which there's no word for 'cousin' in Indian languages - they're all just brothers and sisters is probably a post for another time) and the pair of us, as well as magnetgirl, raisedeyebrow, E. and another old friend from high school all went out and drank copiously. It was great fun, and the salutary effect of alcohol on my cold cannot be denied. Perhaps I burnt it out? At any rate, no longer congested, and happy to be not so.

I'm really grooving on this lack of drama thing that seems to come with quasi-adulthood. I could grow addicted to these angst free evenings. Also, people seem to get along more than they used to. However, it was a tad bit embarrassing to note that unlike when we spend time with his friends, with us, the conversation continually devolves to sex toys, drug stories, and endless bouts of reminiscing. Perhaps not so adult after all.