Every time I lose control...
Just finished a draft on a 10-page, 2600-word essay on Auden's "The Shield of Achilles" and law and totalitarianism. For a class. Draft stated poking its head out in the middle of a Starbucks in the Barnes & Noble by Westfarms Mall. And was born at approx. 12.28AM Saturday morning of March 22, 2014. Thing's not due for another month, but when was I gonna have another day like today? And am I happy that I'm still able to do one of these things in half a day? You bet your bottom dollar I am. Now...for that other paper that's due in about 2.5 weeks...
In other news, March Madness seems to be upon us.
And without fail, March Madness turns me into Heath Ledger's gleeful Joker right when he's watching that towering pyramid of money burn. Each status update on Facebook chronicling the cannonade of a bracket bursting never ceases to nudge a chuckle out of my chest. Is it evil to hover over the shoulders of the grieving, watching hungrily as they prepare their brackets for interment?
I don't know. But Bracket Busting Schadenfreude is real.
In other news, March Madness seems to be upon us.
And without fail, March Madness turns me into Heath Ledger's gleeful Joker right when he's watching that towering pyramid of money burn. Each status update on Facebook chronicling the cannonade of a bracket bursting never ceases to nudge a chuckle out of my chest. Is it evil to hover over the shoulders of the grieving, watching hungrily as they prepare their brackets for interment?
I don't know. But Bracket Busting Schadenfreude is real.