Cures for the illness
The CD that has made my weekend of much studying and little sleep bearable? Ancestry in Progress, by Zap Mama. Took it a couple of plays to grow on me, despite the French, but now I’m addicted. Between that and Phoenix’ Alphabetical, I think I can hunker down for all the shit due this week.
I’m also carefully storing away the again-rising problems with my ideas about safety in friendship for a time when I can process it without detriment to my grades. Le sigh.
