Well, that was a wash.

[jazzfish]

#1: failed totally due to desperately wanting sleep. Read Flannery O'Connor for class tomorrow instead.
#2: success for awhile, then gave up after nap.
#3: success. 3/5. Go me.
#4: see #2.
#5: see #1.
#6: failed totally due to desperately wanting sleep. Watched The Count of Monte Cristo again instead.

On the other hand, movie was good, hanging out with people and not stressing was good. (Although I still maintain that Mercedes should have died, and Dantes should have ended by renouncing his treasure and joining the priesthood, like Faria would have wanted him to.)
Tomorrow, unlike today, must be a paper day. Heh.

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O'Connor

[jazzfish]

I loathe, detest, dispise, and otherwise dislike O'Connor. Her one story is decently written but she never found another one to tell, and thus kept fiddling with the same one, changing a character here, a minor plot point there... and this is considered a Sign of Her Genius.

Her characters are almost universally despicable, too, but that's another matter. (And they *are* bloody accurate, I'll give her that much.)

I felt like I'd been kicked in the stomach for about three hours. Slowly. With rythmn.

You might want to stay away from Nathanael West's Miss Lonelyhearts, then. Had a similar effect on me, only it was pretty irrythmic.