i'm still the gutless wonder...

well, the gutless part anyways. and if you're going to lack courage, may as well lack enough that it becomes an absolute feat that you are able to get out of bed in the morning. did i mention that i have a certain affinity for opera?

in other news, i feel like i'm increasingly drifting off from the world-at-large. i have a vague sense what's going on from what meanders into my e-mail, but i've had a really hard time talking myself into even browsing by the nytimes lately. the thought of politics brings a simple revulsion. i used to at least faithfully stop by and read thomas friedman's foreign affairs column. or run by the atlantic and scan an interview, learn something, gain a desire to read a book... i suppose it's burnout. knowing what's going on leads to wishing to change or influence it or even to have something truly insightful to say about it, which in turn leads to sighing helplessly at the enormity of the problems. yay rah.

but i need to start caring again, to overcome inertia and restart the thinking machine. i've had enough little local melodramas lately to keep myself occupied, but i feel like i'm starting to run low on fuel. no classes to play with, no major undertakings unless you count the imminent unemployment and moving in with the boyfriend adventure... in any case, i'm starting to find myself boring company. which is a good excuse to find other company, but at the same time makes me wary of inflicting my dullness...