Tired. Spent the day working on book samples to send to Orion. The Matrix seems to have gone over like gangbusters, so that's good. Also, I've been reading cultural studies-type stuff for my "Aesthetics of Sentiment" class--it's the kind of thing where I understand each word individually, but then they start talking about the current post-terrorism, post-identity hegemonies devaluating the personal-as-political and promoting universality to the detriment of subjective viewpoint, and I wake up half an hour later with print on my face from a drool-dampened course pack.
Poor Lucky Dog was sick and spent all of yesterday under my desk moping. He spent the morning at the vet and came back a lot friskier, bless his heart.