it is well past three am.
i have a train to catch at seven thirty am.
i am lying in bed rehashing the only-mildly-disastrous interaction i had with jasbir puar after the talk she gave in chicago last week, unable to sleep.
what is wrong with me.
for real though, the university of chicago, being the fancy place that it is, had free wine at the talk. and
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