Death of the Author and Other Thoughts of the Month

Today, whilst I was in Metro, reading Roland Barthes, it hit me. I had nearly forgotten the Fox. Well, not forgotten, but I had felt way too busy lately and everything had seemed so much more important than the blog. I wish I could have said I really had been that busy, but obviously I couldn't. You, who are on Facebook, you know that I could have written much and much and even some more and spent far less time on writing something more important than my status updates:

X is wondering if it is November making her feel like an ugli fruit. 8:30pm

X is a podgy bored pony-tailed pomelo. 4:14pm
X is a sodden ponderous toothless tooth fairy. 3:45pm

X is completely at sea. A frozen one. 9:38am

X is having gentle useless rants inside her head. 12:38am
X is having broken teeth and snow kind of a weekend. 8:34pm
X is suddenly aware it's November already. 7:07pm
X is writing again. 4:28pm
X is going to listen a lecture by Tate Modern's Exhibitions Registrar now. 1:15pm
X is trying to write. 9:53am
X is finally realising that she is a bookshopaholic. 12:20am
X is a Monopoly-loser. 9:36pm
X is boringly writing about some art stuff. 2:43pm
X is a worker. 11:39am

X is way too water-y. 12:26am

X is feeling Ikea-dizzy. 9:53pm

X is in a Tuesday tune. 1:06am
X is in a monday mode. 10:46am
X is at sleep. 1:19am

X is offline. 3:44pm

X is wearing a red nose. 2:36pm

X is going to visit the bookfair today. Yay! 10:52am

X is torpidly tired, but at work. 9:48am

X is ready for the spectacle. 6:47pm

X is mycket bättre after the buffé, wine and chocolate. 5:35pm

X is bad-tempered, not festive. 4:35pm

X is going to go to bed with a real book. 12:02am

X is drinking tea and building up a virtual bookshelf for the virtual self. 9:42pm

X is not working. 6:49pm

X is working working working not wanting but working. 3:23pm

X is feeling sick. 3:18pm

X is óleo, platos, bondo sobre lona impermeable verde. 3:08pm

X is stressed out. 1:57pm

X is working, working and working. 11:22am

X is sleepy. 11:54pm

X is almost back from the completely knackered state of mind. 8:58pm

X is completely knackered. 9:32pm

X is a happy owner of new shoes and feels better already. 8:17pm

X is exhausted, well beaten, run-down, washed-out and nearly dead. 4:05pm

X is argh. 12:37pm

X is apparently a some kind of a lawyer with a cleaner's salary. 12:07pm

X is beginning a new full week. 8:39am

X is asleep. 12:19am

X is unable to write except about the penguin pee and stuff like that. 11:51pm

X is done. Hooray. Hip hip hip hoo-ra...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. 8:02pm

X is working. Boring. 3:14pm

X is back from Ratatouille. 6:25pm

X is still thinking that the perry creme brûlée & cinnamon-orange sorbet was rather nice. 10:55am

X is apparently very invitation friendly this morning. 10:21am

X is at home again. 1:59am

X is trying to find her clothes. 5:38pm

X is at work and waiting for the evening and dinner. 9:23am

X is frozen, but fully amused. 12:20am

X is having presents and bubbly drinks before going to the amusement park. 4:01pm

X is frustrated. 8:31am

X is really happy for Y :). 11:50pm

X is not reading a text "Some Reflections on an Agonistic Approach to the Public.". 6:41pm

X is reading a text "Some Reflections on an Agonistic Approach to the Public". 9:15am

X is a worn-out worker. 8:43am

X is apparently a cheerful chipmunk. 11:54pm
X is writing nonsense. 11:48pm

X is definitely not up to something. 11:12pm

X is a cuddlemaster. 1:06pm

X is probably just way too optimistic. 12:20am

X is not sure actually. 12:17am

X is just happy. 12:13am

X is asked to play with her notepad instead of facebook. Hmph. 10:28pm

X is aware that her home is filled with beer, naked women and potatoes. 7:29pm

X is feeling dizzy. 1:30pm

X is looking after a strange fluffy toy. 12:36am

X is going to drink all the wine now, because she just got frozen outside. 8:48pm

X is having an Eastern European mole as a weekend guest and wonders if they drink red wine. 7:44pm
X is happy like a small horsey again. 12:03am

X is so exhausted, but happy. 4:33pm

X is going to work hard today. Seriously. 8:39am

X is going to light up the room. Well, the bedroom anyway. 12:06am

X is slush and whoosh. 9:23pm

X is a having a big mouth and no brain. 4:08pm

X is an ice-cream eating ice-cube. 11:04pm

X is an ice-cube. Also terribly lazy. 10:00pm

X is not going to change any bloody smitten tires with mittens anyway. 9:07pm

X is stupid smytten. 9:05pm

X is suddenly thinking about winter tyres and smittens. Depressing. 9:03pm

X is . 9:01pm

X is as much fun as a wall. 12:13am

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