Not a Damn Thing

That's how much I did today. With all of the projects that are hanging over my head, I feel very bizarre in that I am not the least bit worried at this point. I feel like I've got a month to work on them, even though the Shakespeare paper is due in 3-4 days. And I haven't looked up one book or article concerning my topic. Maybe I just don't give a flying fuck, or maybe I have way too much faith in my own ability to write on short notice. Either way, I've gotten absolutely nothing accomplished, but like I said . . . I couldn't care less.

So what have I done all of this glorious Friday?

Well, I burned a couple of CDs for people which is a very time-consuming task. I really like doing it, but it can really suck the hours out of the day. I slept until about 9:30 today which was pretty nice. My son pretty much left me alone all day--he was busy playing X-box or watching movies the majority of the morning. And my wife and other friends/family members did not start blowing up my cell phone until later this afternoon. I read about 50 more pages of Absalom, Absalom and I'm about one-third of the way through the book. Faulkner has an interesting way of building suspense, but Jesi H. Christs--learn how to use a fucking period--I swear there was a sentence of multiple pages--instead of a period, he uses a dash or maybe just starts fucking writing a bunch of goddamned gibberish and then out of nowhere comes a list of adjectives which are never separated by commas and other lists of food like cheese, celery and bananas--while the whole time he's trying to figure out a way to throw a unnecessary semicolon somewhere in the passage; unfortunately, he does this regularly (not to mention the massive amounts of parenthetical usage that tends to run on and on and on) so as to confuse everyone into forgetting exactly what the fuck they were reading to begin with--does that make sense?

Tomorrow appears to have more obligations. I have papers to write (no, really--I have to get started sometime); soccer game; meeting with Cyn and E; my buddy wants to watch the Mavs game together; other random shit.

I might get up in the morning and weed my flowerbed, a menial task that is a necessary evil here in the land of the dreaded Homeowners Association--a fascist group that we pay $200/annually so that they can fine us if our weeds are out of control or if we haven't mowed. I don't really understand the logic, but there's absolutely no way to get out of it.

Last but not least, I wanted to share a few lines from one of the many songs that I heard in my prolonged avoidance of academic responsibility. Not only is it very relevant to grad school (especially this time of the year) but it also is pretty relevant to any shitty thing that you've been through that might have molded your character. Because life is truly a bitch.

"No amount of money could buy from me,
the memories that I have of then.
No amount of money could pay me
to go back and live through it again."

----"In the Good Old Days (When Times Were Bad)
Performed by: Merle Haggard
Written by: Dolly Parton