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on page two hundred something of moby dick and I still don't understand what's going on. Well that's not entirely true, but I seriously doubt I'm reading it thoroughly enough to understand the nuances of the writing or whatever. Mostly my brain's just going "OK, SO CAP'N AHAB DRILLS HOLES IN THE BOAT FOR HIS PEG LEG. HOW INGENIOUS."
So if there's an essay question about drilled holes, I'm your person. Otherwise don't ask me anything else.
My mom's back and my allergies just started acting up last night after we got home, it's like a conspiracy or maybe I'm just allergic to my own mother, which is rather unfortunate but something I always suspected- but not really.
burn notice is on tonight, I'm still in my pajamas and slowly eating a cheesecake which I made myself but that still doesn't make me any less of a fatty right now, I'll just say I'm building up reserves for tomorrow.
On the upside, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest is proving more interesting than moby dick so I'll finish it sooner, plus, SKETCHES I LIKE SKETCHES.