toolatetoocrazy
Two minutes ago I had something very interesting to say on this topic (the importance of reading to slaves) and now my whole body just hurts. I think that my keyboard has quieter keys than Jess’ which is maybe why her typing drives me so crazy. Really I should just sleep less and write more papers. Or spend more time in the library reading, cause that’s the best way to get educated (better even than reading dumb boring slave narratives that really offer nothing except variation to my education. Seeing, however, as I have already read the more interesting slave narrative of Harriet Jacobs I see no reason why I should subject myself to Equiano.). My father educated himself by reading through his entire college library, or so he claims. I imagine that he really did do it, at least where all the interesting and relevant books are concerned. Oh man, I just want to be thirty, living happily in a cold studio with my man silkscreening and photographing wildly to save the environment. Maybe the best way to calm down is to rearrange and redesign my livejournal, but I think that maybe that might wear me out to the point where I couldn’t write this paper I supposed to be writing. It’s snowing outside. I should be drinking hot chocolate and reading poetry. Or Thoreau.