IT'S TRUE, it's true! Because here we are, Monday again, and we've cycled back from despair to mournful, vindictive jealousy to ANGER again.
Unfortunately it's very difficult to care about someone's bullshit creative works and/or critical interventions when you're angry.
I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR NOVEL. I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR INTERSECTIONAL STUDY OF RACIALIZED MASCULINITIES AND HOMOSEXUALITY.
I have read two books today (Talking to the Moon, by something something Matthews (1945), if any of you are interested in prairie chickens, Native portraiture, or sudden ruminations on the consciousness of a nation 13 pages before the end of a book; and Environmental Evasion by Christopher Willis (2012), if you're interested in fuck it who cares) I don't caaaaaaaaaaareeeeeeeeeeeee.
More to the point, I have already read two books today and I am STILL BEHIND.
Two more critical texts to go... Then notes, then lesson planning, then archive shit but I don't caaaaaaaaaaare!!! Fuck you, Daniel Y. Kim, fuck you, Yi-fu Tuan, I don't want to read your goddamn books.
I would like to watch SPN, thanks. Very specifically I would like to watch 11x07, 7x07, 7x09, 7x11, and 10x06. Apparently I just want to rewatch all of S7?