I still believe that I am a writer, after this somewhat miserable break, after somewhat miserable comprehensive/qualifying exams. The worst part: after you are done, you kind of forget what it looks like to live life among the normal. It's like that move about the war in either Afghanistan or Iraq (I didn't watch the film, except the end-so I don't really remember the details)and at the end after all of the horrible things have happened that this man, this soldier caused, he cannot even pick out cereal. He just walks to the cereal isle and stands there because he cannot do anything. It's as though all the things that normal people just do, without even thinking, escape him. And he just stands there, not even really looking, just lost, just waiting. I still feel like I am not finished because really, in the end, I am not finished (This whole dissertation thing is just beginning); but, my body still isn't sure about whether or not I will be starting another question in a couple of days. Although we have discussed it, chatted about trying to reintegrate back into my life, my body has a hard time respecting that. Taking one books back to the library helped a little, playing copies amounts of virtual Scrabble, and real-life virtual video games, An entire eight season Office marathon, sexy time, dates with ma' boo and with friend, movies, all of it...my body is still unsure of what to do. Yesterday, I broke down because I was so tired and I just needed to lay in bed, not doing anything, not even watching T.V. I just had to be done. I wanted to go to yoga today and I could not force myself to get out of my chair. I will go, but not today. I want to do a cleanse, but not yet, not until I get some semblance of normalcy bad in my life. I know it is graduate school, I know this is what is supposed to happen. I know taking these exams doesn't make me a smarter/better person, but it does make me think in theory, and thinking in theory does not always equate to the thinking about the body. And that is the most challenging thing, what does the body do after you have trained it to sit and type for hours on end. How do you train your mind to stop thinking "that" way, that pretentious academic way. What now? The performance anxiety should be calmed, but it isn't, because my body isn't sure what to do now, so there is anxiety about that? I am not sure how to reinvigorate the relationships that are invariably changed because of my six-month hiatus from their lives. And how do I think about myself, as a femme, a queer scholar, an intersectional feminist, and anti-racist? Does completing this project change how I think of myself? How could it not? I am excited and nervous to proceed, not just with my project, but with my life. But I am gonna keep going, keep pushing towards reclamation of queer femme-ininity, and try to reforge new pathways through old relationships. I only hope they are as forgiving of myself, as I am trying to be.