and you were there, and you, and you…

I am still waiting to hear back from my committee members as to whether we can schedule my stupid dissertation defense, and they are cutting it pretty close to the deadline for this term.  Time for a friendly reminder email from me.

In the meanwhile, I have been having anxiety dreams about the whole affair, including one where I was asked at the defense Q&A to read a poem I had written freshman year in college, apparently because I had made reference to it in one of the chapters and had forgotten doing so.  Nothing worse than the idea of reading your college poetry (inevitably about a boy and/or kissing) in front of your academic colleagues.

I also had a blog-related dream, and you were in it. Yes, you there, at the computer.  You! You were wearing a speedo, a blue one, and I couldn’t quite see your face (a two-toed sloth was chasing you through the swimming pool and kept blocking my view) but I say with certainty that you had a very cute butt indeed.

6 Responses to “and you were there, and you, and you…”


  1. 1 hungbunny

    That wasn’t my butt - it was my face.

  2. 2 Alfina the Vague

    Oh, okay then — I must have misinterpreted the cheekiness. But, how do you breathe while masked with all that speedo fabric?

  3. 3 Oedipa

    Weird. I was just reading about sloths yesterday. Or more specifically, Sloth Bears in India. And now you dream about sloths and blogging and mention….well, POETRY! It can’t just be coincidence!

  4. 4 Timothy

    I tried once
    to write a poem
    about a sloth bear
    ’twas from India

    And very lazy
    this Indian bear

    He was quite slothful
    as one might say.

  5. 5 Lori

    Seriously?
    Me in a speedo just makes me think of all the fucking swim team with their free pass in damn swim gym classes.
    I’m not bitter.
    So what if I am?

  6. 6 Alfina the Vague

    O — I bet the sloth haunts your dreams next! Be ware, in dreams the sloth can move pretty fast, actually.

    T — I can see where it would be easy to trail off an leave a sloth poem unfinished for a while…

    L — And when I look back (fondly, oh so fondly) on gym class, I mainly remember the old lady water aerobics class and how those old ladies just strode around naked in the locker room, tits all a-droop, without a care in the world. It was terrifying.

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