snippets of waiting

so i'm sitting in the computerlab with some defrosting quails in my bag waiting to meet my roommate and his friend, both precursors of mine at the internship. just a very short post as i'm already being hunted out for a computer class. my class on kafka was suitably disturbing and anti-climactic: you think you understand what he's saying and then he turns it right around: "in the fight between you and the world back the world." there really is no comma there. should there be? is that the point?
tomorrow brings the brighter weather back again, i hope, and a few hours of internship, some more of administration and naipaul and unamuno's mist (apparently a pre-post-modern masterpiece), and i almost forgot i'm going to be seeing oldboy (again) and assayas's clean at the lincoln center. (i have no idea what this class is about, surveys? john kerry?)
thursday more interning, maybe synopsizing gregg araki's hilariously gruesome new script, crEEEps, filled with scantily clad teenagers exploding into bugs and setting each other on fire while playing with their ipods. this weekend i'm finally going to see christo's work in the park with karen's deliciously british ex-landlady and friday i'm going out to lunch with a fellow dutch expat, seeing nobody knows later in the day i hope.