Read a chunk of
The House of the Spirits, which I was supposed to have read. The two people that were to meet me and
discuss this book at the
library never showed up, so I ended up checking out some books:
Bookchin:
Anarchism,
Marxism and the
Future of the
Left; An
Anthology of
Contemporary Japanese Poetry;
Brave New World and
Brave New World Revisited; and
Unbearable Weight:
Feminism,
Western Culture, and the
Body by a
feminist by the name of
Susan Bordo. I couldn't find a book that I was looking for called
Ethical Slut, I might just order it, oh well. I debated checking out
Lesbian Gothic, but I figured that I have enough reading, along with
A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again and
Memoirs of a Beatnik for a while.
Things are looking kind of different than yesterday. I met the other object of my desire and things are looking different, no matter about my self-imposed shut in. My girlfriend has e-mailed me and apologized for breaking down yesterday, which is totally unnecessary. Her feelings are her feelings, and I'm not one to yell about that. Still, I can't help but feel some sort of concern. The other girl has told me how she goe into the situation with her current S.O., which is a very sad tale. I can't deny I'm having chivelrous impulses, but I don't think that's the only reason. I am falling in love again with another woman, I'm so sure of it. Me and the other girl have so much in common. We discussed sex, a little. The idea is no doubtably appealing to the both of us. I have to resolve this sexual tension, which is a good tension, but it's still giving me a mindfuck.
I may sell my orange iBook to a friend, if he'll buy it. I like the thing, but I need the money, badly. See yesterday for what I'm trying to do to alleviate my finances.