Excessive quotations: So many. So, so many.
Urge to slam my head repeatedly against the table: High.
Hatred of everyone who’s ever written a book about London ever: Also high.
I think the most useful thing I learned in Lit. Theory class was that sometimes when you bounce hard off theory readings, it’s not actually you. Like, sometimes it is, obviously, but sometimes it can also be because you disagree strongly with the theory, or because the theory really IS batcrap.
…Though the French and Russians are probably doing it on purpose because they’re evil.
I have salad, coffee, and a burning hatred for all of humanity. Things can therefore be said to be proceeding as planned.
Wordcount two hours before I have to go to meeting:
4.868. 5.331. 5.951.
Coherency: Don’t even ask.