Never thought I’d grow up to be a sick person.
Trying to not let my health control my life.
Tired of being tired, gotta get over this.
I have to make a French transcription of a 75 minute film called “Frontline” by René Vautier in two weeks. It’s about the apartheid and South Africa and I have a feeling that I wouldn’t even understand it if it was in English. Terrifying, but thank you VCU for challenging me once after all these years.
Had a dream about my old house in redfields. My dad told me that there had been a slug and mold epidemic, and if anyone let the grass get higher than four inches the house would start to collapse upon itself. I went inside and down to the basement and the walls were bowed in and crumbling so I hurried out quickly. All of a sudden I was back in France trying to catch the metro but it was dark and silent and I wasn’t sure where I was going.
