Ever get sick of hearing yourself talk? Or reading yourself talk, as the case might be. I worked up a post last night, posted it, read it over, and promptly sent it to the draft folder. It just sounded so meaningless and pat. I struggle on this blog with talking about school all the time or talking about meaningless shit all the time. Those are the polar opposites that make up my life at the moment. I'm either at school working my ass off or I'm at home, still thinking about school, but watching some shitty TV so my eyes have something to do while I'm thinking about school. Or there is the third category: watching the TV so my eyes have something to do but actually thinking nothing because my brain has decided to protest.
Two more days of class after today. Maybe then I'll be somewhat amusing again.
Then I'll be teaching a night class at the junior college. The little sloths are already e-mailing me trying to make deals about being late, making up work, getting me to e-mail work. And the first class day isn't until next week. I'm putting my bitch face on as we speak.
Pointless TV: Today show
Reading: film theory and more short stories
In my head: Hunger pains