05.29.04

I don't know which is more annoying, the dreadful cramps or the terribly clogged eardrums from all the mold and mildew and pollen and shit in the air. Pardon the bitterness, but I feel crappy, tired and pissy. I'm cold. It's grey. I'm so tired of it.

It must be chilly, HellKitty spent a lot of the day curled up on my lap as I did my homework.

Yesterday we got the Alchemy from the printer. That's always exciting. It looks good, and I've found only one mistake so far. There are a couple of things that I would have changed, but they're not terrible faults. It's difficult to keep everything that's going on in your head, so mix that with inexperience and there's bound to be some niggling details. That's okay though. Perfection is a goal, not a certainty.

The first attempt at erotica is going along. I am still astonished at how difficult it is to write effective porn. Thinking about it though, it makes sense. So much of what goes on during sex sounds so silly out of context. It really is a mood thing for me. So I've been reading porn in between homework stints. Watching Angels and Insects in the background. Trying to get in the mood. It's worked a bit, but I'm still in the very early, very crappy stages of writing the piece.

Going from the astringent academia of mathematics into a steamy brothel of porn is disorienting, but fun in a twisted, geeky way. Have I stumbled upon a hybrid fetish of intellect and intercourse? Oh dear.

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