sanguine to phlegmatic
yes, i am disgusting. i've been back since monday night and still have yet to unpack. perhaps it's the obvious lack of motivation- perhaps it's the thrill of living out of a suitcase in my own apartment.... i really don't have a lick of time.
whilst dreaming last night, i fought off a homeless man weilding a shard of broken bottle. i remember being absolutely terrified of being cut anywhere besides my hands....and thankfully was able to resrict all injuries to my right index finger. after the two of us were discovered by the authorities, i defended him. i took compassion on my specifically freckled and pale-haired capturer.
the sound of a woman yelling is something i find very appealing. specifically, a woman with a good set of lungs. no one could say they'd prefer a nice yelling from a man than a woman. no one.
i attended a lecture yesterday concerning differing levels of social tolerance in post-totalitarian countries.....anyway, the fulbright scholar was overly-focused on his home country of Ukraine, and therefore lost my attention very quickly. it's still difficult for me to overlook that sort of thing, you know? the person, no matter how dripping in P.h.D of this or P.h.D of that loses all credibility with me after having demonstrated such a sickening bias. at very least, try to represent your lecture for what it really is, ok?
i am very....uuugh. i am not all here. all things are drifting along.....and it grows hotter and more uncomfortable each day. my small, short window of opportunity is closing too quickly....i'm going to be stuck in this tomb.
for the longest time i've felt red....and now suddenly, i feel a very specific yellow. perhaps my humors are reapportioning?
love.
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