Breaktime...

This week has been nice, but odd. I've been getting used to not going to school every day, but realize just how hard it is to concentrate without the structure of classes to keep my mind in check. I've noticed that even when I do get up on time, to read, to clean my rabbit cage, to listen to my Neil Diamond classics albums, I have trouble formulating normal thoughts.

Okay, go ahead, say it...
I don't often have normal thoughts anyway. True. But still...

There are times when I seriously doubt my own sanity, but anymore, who does.

I've been reading a lot lately, and that's not exactly an understatement. Consider... In the past week, I've read the first four books of the Harry Potter series. In twenty four hours I read two of them. The other reads were spread out over the rest of the week when I had time. I'm now addicted to them.

I suppose that's what happens when you've been reading for "work" the entire year. It's nice to find something with very little meat on it that you can just read and enjoy. Not like Foucault (not a swear word, I promise), Barthes (not something you do when you're sick, I promise) or Camus (not the behumped creature that wanders in the desert, I promise). I won't at all go into the Christian/non-Christian discussions about the HP books because I don't really care either way now. Before I started them, I was rather anti-Potter because of the use of magic and charms and spirit stuff, but the books are well written and bully for JK Rowling for finding a niche (I've always wanted to use the word "bully" in a sentence).

Okay, I've got to go now, drinking coffee makes me have to pee.

And I'm drinking coffee.

And consequently I have to pee.

Which is why I made that first comment that included both coffee and having to pee. Because I am and I do.

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