I took a break from writing my Thomas Becket paper to smoke and in spite of the fact I've been a smoker for the past three years it was like my first cigarette. Apparently that's what happens when one gets minimal sleep due to a mistimed eagerness for good grades. The pull of gravity is heightened and I'm loving this feeling of disconnected joy. Oh, goodness. I must make a renewal to never ever experiment with drugs since I will instantaneously become addicted.
I love Thomas Becket and I love historical research. It's shame I didn't feel this excited about scholarly activity about three months ago so I wouldn't have this problem of sleep deprivation. I well, preaching to the choir there.
Randomest quote of the day: Enough of this liberal, communist, femi-Nazi bullshit.
copyright Brigid
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