03-02-04 - -
Bat decided to name the kitty Finnegan, after our extensive conversation about Joyce’s Finnegan’s Wake. The evening prior to her adoption, we'd pronounced it a true work of genius -- I could see hundreds of puns, allusions, and other marks of brilliance in the pages I scanned. I announced intentions to carry it everywhere, studying it passage by passage in silent awe, my little Experimental Fiction Bible.
As to Finn herself, I long to see her again.I wonder if Finn would object to such an unfeminine name. I am slightly offended when Bat refers to Finn as "he".
I feel like I need Bat, I need a break, I've become dependent on our little getaways, I've lost my ability to use conjuctions. The past few days have just been hard -- grey, with tears, full of work to do and sad memories. But Bat's Grandma got a pacemaker put in and he may want to visit her at the hospital. This makes sense, and so it won't bother me.
EXCEPT... (i know I'm spoiled)