away from my computer. Away from my apartment. It was lovely. That's not entirely true - the former two, not the latter. It was incredibly lovely, but I didn't leave here until 8pm. I returned eight (8!) library books, went to dinner at one of my favorite sushi restaurants in the city (none of them quite measure up to my favorite, go figure - S, P, and A aren't here), just me and a book, followed by a couple glasses of rioja at a coffee house near campus. Then I met up with my guy. That's all you're getting.
The book I was reading was Death of a Discipline by Gayatri Chakravorty Spivak, which I read last spring for a class and which is completely brilliant. Every word is important. It's very inspiring, even if I don't think I can use it in my thesis necessarily.
Today I have some essays to read and then some Derrida to start going through. And maybe some writing too, we'll see. I've already spent far too much time goofing off though, I'll tell you that.
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