If the first half of this week was anxiety-->nihilism, the second has been nihilism-->fury!!!
Truth be told I don't even know where the above Sam quote is from, or what the context even was, but IT IS SOLID ADVICE. I AM ANGRY. I AM ANGRY ABOUT EVERYTHING.
I AM PARTICULARLY ANGRY ABOUT POSTMODERN PLAY. FUCK THAT. Postmodern play is that smarmy person that's stupid and, well, SMARMY on purpose, and you're like GOD YOU ARE SO STUPID and they're like HAHA I'M DOING THIS ON PURPOSE, IT'S ART, and you're like OMG I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU and they're like THIS IS ALL PART OF THE PLAN, YOU'RE UNCULTURED AND PROVINCIAL IF YOU DO THAT, HEGEMONY HEGEMONY and I'm like I DON'T EVEN CARE BRO HOW ABOUT I CHOKE YOU OUT, HUH, THEN WE'LL SEE WHO'S DOING THINGS ON FUCKING PURPOSE.
I'm also angry, to a significantly lesser degree, about Chinese American agricultural history 1860-1910, because it's 500 pages long and I'm only on page 100 and it's already 9AM. FARM FASTER, GODDAMN YOU.
I know this post sounds light and tongue-in-cheek, which I really can't help; and which none of this can really help because it is so ridiculous but really, THAT JUST MAKES ME MORE ANGRY.