I feel…I don’t know…

I am taking 3 classes this semester. 2 of the classes are private tutorials, which means it’s just me and the prof. All well and good, but unless I get off my ass and start writing papers I will be officially behind in my work. The third class meets tomorrow and there are about 10 of us in what is referred to as a “study group”. There will be more papers to write for that class, so I better get a move on down here.

I am feeling distracted, I think. Which is OK, because at least I’m not drinking about it.

To be honest I have started some of the work: I know what I am going to write about for philosophy (Compare Descartes and Locke on the subject of Knowledge [10 pages]) and my Lit class (Sex, Gender, and Power in “The Color Purple” and “Thousand Cranes”[another 10 pages]) and I have read all the material needed for my Meso-American Culture class. All I have to do is put the puzzle pieces together. I’ll set a deadline for both papers…February 15th. That gives me just over 2 weeks to jam this stuff out and make it all look good.

That’s it. That’s all that’s on my mind. Well not really, there’s a lot more, but I’m not telling!


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Johnnyboy is a queer recovering alcoholic. For the moment he is also the primary caregiver for his mother, who suffers from age-related cognitive impairment. She is happy as a lark and is surrounded by a crew of sober women which gives him the freedom he needs to get out of town. When he is not at home in Somewheresville, he is searching out the proper path to travel for happiness and joy. He is a photographer who believes in the digital age, but feels that film is still where its at. He has a darkroom and works in it. He is single and is in remarkably great physical condition for all the damage he has submitted his body to. His cardiologist is very happy. Johnnyboy is over the age of 35.

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