Monday night, after midnight. I’m not packing my bag. I’m not reading conference papers. I’m looking for a spare ink cartridge for my printer. Desperately. Why do all those in my desk drawer have to be empty? I’m beginning to panic. After all, I'll soon be (
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With apologies for a ten day delay in replying - I forgot that you're one of the people LJ never properly puts on my flist (like chthonya and lazy_neutrino - all those I *really* want to read :(.
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*hug*
I'm not really happy not writing, although I wish I was... remember, we were talking about that on the way back the station and I still have to find a way to deal with that issue...
I'm sure I won't get back into writing mode for a couple of weeks yet but my hope currently rests on my summer holidays in August.
I'm *reading*, though - Freud's "Interpretation of Dreams", as I said I would! I haven't got far yet - maybe through a third of the book - but his observations are often really striking. He's got this way of putting his finger on it when you are doing your best to conceal your true motives. He makes you feel caught. It's great.
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