I'm Like an Obsessive Little Bunny

I had three meals already today, and I'm sure that I'll be having a fourth. Damn you, PMS! (Which is mostly me mocking lornelover, not that she has PMS, because I don't actually know, but she says stuff like that all the time. It's inherent to her personality like Angel using hair gel.) Why can't I have the type of PMS where I don't eat anything. Oh wait, that's the one (at least for me) that's accompanied by killer cramps.

In lit class today, I read these intros to an African American and an Asian American lit anthologies that were put out in the 60s/70s. The rhetoric was very much that of the disenfranchised male. And I couldn't help, but think that if the rants were changed that they could very much serve as the dialog of Bill O'Riley. And these pieces made me just as unnerved as Fox News.

Apparently, I shouldn't be allowed to have beverages without lids as for the second time in 48 hours, I'm mopping up spilled water. As least my gay comic porn wasn't harmed this time.

Okay, I'm off to read Yeats, work on some art, and read for Asian lit.

Yip

Art = making me cry.

So to fend off crying, I'll do the procrastination thing.

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Edit: Maybe I should be careful about my 'historicial' stories? Not.