I am so disillusioned and frustrated at the moment. I can’t believe the Israelis thought killing a paraplegic spiritual leader was going to help the peace process. I can’t believe I live in a country where our PM thinks it’s completely okay to tell the police commissioner what to think and say. I can’t believe I stuffed up my invoicing so badly that I’m dead broke again. I can’t believe I ran into Jonathan for the first time in four months and within a 5 minute conversation managed to say something to remind him of why he’s not talking to me rather than just be a pleasant person he might want to be friends with again. I can’t believe I let my house get this messy again. I can’t believe I’ve managed my time so badly that I have one seriously overdue article and another big article due by Friday and so I won’t be able to work on my thesis much this week.
I want to wax rhapsodic about urban space and queer film and lots of other stuff, but it’s not going to happen. I don’t even have the headspace to fill you in on Tracey & Craig’s handfasting, which I conducted…