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*yaaaaaawn*

Am in Scranton, PA, at roomie's house. I have my own room! It's lovely.

Said room is directly above the construction workers adding a room to the house, admittedly, which makes for some slightly unnerving banging and drilling noises right under my bed.

I had a dream last night that Kate Winslet and somebody-who-was-not-actually-Omar-Epps-despite-what-the-dream-insisted were teaching Interpretation and Argument (English 101) at my school (not CMU, my school in the dream), and they had been in some movie a la Titanic together before, so a bunch of students in not'Omar's class, including me, orchestrated them meeting up. It was kind of sweet. And then I pretended to be asleep so I could eavesdrop on their reunion, which I suppose is more creepy than sweet, but whatever.

Oof. You ever have those mornings where you need to do something that would require getting out bed, like eat or drink or go to the bathroom, but you don't want to because you're just planning on coming back to bed and you don't want to run into anyone outside your room? Yeah.

BREEEEEEEAK.

Mm. Literary analysis on a Wednesday afternoon.

Hey, gao, have you read Passing, by Nella Larsen? It's a novel with a lot about indeterminacy in race and biraciality -- and, if you read it like I do, indeterminacy in sexual identity/orientation. It's a pretty quick read. It keeps making me think of Rose and Susannah.