Well, the weather's certainly gotten more Wuthering Heights on me. Damnable Brontės!
Got a reassuring amount of work done so far, and the midterm wasn't that bad - short, I was the first one done as usual and I made sure to leave without that unpleasant dead taste under my tongue, the one we like to called The Bastard Doubt. Meandered with Sara for a while, we ate chocolate and raged against the dying of the light or the writing department or that slow drizzle of emotion left in our heads. We don't have enough anymore to even panic about getting things done. I've hit this sickening zen anxiety, the gentle rhythm of my nervous stomach doing yoga.
Tonight, I'm going to go see Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow with Michael. I look forward to it - I've heard enough positive reviews to relax, lie back, and think of pulp novels.
Making headway with Life of Pi, I can finish it in a few days at this rate. Then I'll get started on Antonement, which I'm looking forward to. After that I'm going to read a collection of short pulp horror fiction to clean out my head a bit. Clean clean clean. But that won't be for another month or so.
Going to go read and critique David's story for workshop on Wednesday. If I get that done with enough time to spare, I think I'll work on my short story and breath for a minute. Without doing anything else.