There is this one book called Endgame that starts off with a list of premises about how people operate in the now-and-here, the ‘landscape of despair’. My vacation felt a lot like that; I think I have lost the ability to live out of suitcases. There needs to be a point to everything now.
After returning from a vacation that was the antichrist of the Sunday saints, my reporting heads request that I not take lunch breaks to help them meet a few of their deadlines (kicked me in Achilles’ heel they did) and all this parallel to a field study being conducted in Sindh. Quite a vent post this is turning out to be but I’m so tired of all this traveling in the field and heat; scared to face a mirror because it might just throwJabba the Hut back at me plus Lucy is leaving after this venture for biggest brokerage house in Pakistan where I told her she would be miserable. I’m not exactly the sort of person people call up first to share good news with, particularly if they know I may be upset. I’m going to be working up a red misery without her.
Books children should never have to read: Charlotte’s Web, The Moffats and Oliver Twist (the book may as well have ended where Sikes killed Nancy).
Had terrible S and H withdrawal symptoms today.
o If anyone knows of any funding sources for graduate programs at Cambridge and Oxford please let us know (other than the ones the Universities offers themselves).
o Also if anyone knows of anything fun in Larkana (like a dhamal or something, please let me know). We’re hopefully covering shopping in Khairpur unless Lucy decides to react to heat and nose bleed over entire plans. I have offered to perform surgery. I feel qualified with my intake of Scrubs and Grey’s Anatomy.
