10.28.05-- Tired Cranky Bitch

Ever since I got back from Korea it's like I haven't stopped running. I was so sick the first day back and I was still trying to work. I passed out AGAIN today. Just fell down in bed and zonked for 2 hours. I'm so unforgiving of myself when I sleep. I feel guilty when I nap. It's so wrong. If I could figure out how not to sleep I would have gotten twice as much done with my life. Why? The world is so cruel.

And can anyone explain to me what the deal is with Gabriel Garcia Marquez's "100 Years of Solitude"-- this book is taking me forever to read. And I can't keep all the characters straight, they are all named after each other. And I am trying my damndest to figure out what the point of all of it is. Maybe the only books I'll ever understand are the ones that take place in Sweet Valley.

So, my life post-Korea is a life with too much work. I bet if someone from a different country did an exchange to live with me for a day and see the life of "an American" they'd be so relieved that they weren't an American.

Between the bf and post-Korea me, we eat a lot of Kimchee. I went from buying a small bottle of this stuff once a year, only to eat from it twice and let it rot, to buying the jumbo jar and eating lunch and dinner with it. I used to think this stuff was way too spicy and overrated but now meals are bland without it.

At this rate we'll zip through this jar by the end of the month.

So, I am co-curating this show this weekend. My curatorial debut! You better come. I'm nearly flunking out of grad school putting this together and am anxious for it to be up, perfect and over. I can't wait because I am finding myself snapping at people. Little things are driving me nuts. I'm a live wire.

You can say hello to me at the show. I'll be the one with the beard.That's all I have to say now. Come to the show! I'll be in the peep show and holding a box of crap. The show is crazy. We got a human petting zoo. A trapeze act. Lapdances (no, not by me). A Casino. A human petting zoo. An invisible man. It's nuts.

Love,

Kristina