not much substance

working at belden took up most of my day with the dreaded 8 hour afternoon shift that sucks my life away. Went to muggs with some old friends, where I attempted to navigate that unfamiliar territory of old and new identities colliding. Finished "Incidents in the Life of a Slave Girl" by Harriot Jacobs for Life Stories. Thought about what I would have been like at that time--polar fears of absolute paralysis as a slave versus domineering slaveholder. Ever wonder if you would be that person you want to be? maybe someone should make a movie where the protagonist is continually forced to acknowledge what they would be, or who they are, as opposed to their glorified constructions. maybe it's simply an idea i should digest more.