and then the girl behind the counter, she asks me how I feel today, I feel like Lovecraft
It is really, really hot here. Again. I don't have air conditioning, just a fan. I'd sort of rather have to put up with excessively hot, muggy summers than excessively cold, snowy winters, but I'm not thrilled by either. I just feel bad and sick in the heat, mostly.
I like katabasis-as-coming-of-age narratives, apparently. Is that a thing, you know, like a recognized sub-genre? It should be.
My proper-reading- anhedonia seems to have been cured, I think? I mean, it turns out that I didn't actually return that Tao Lin book to the library after all, which means I have to pay a fine, and I looked in it and it still isn't something I should allow inside my brain. But I'm more enthusiastic about other things.
...Look, I can't make a video, but if anybody asks me a question in the comments I will answer it, and if you ask me to write about something specific, I'll do that. Really. I can spout off about basically anything.
I think I'll make a schedule for tomorrow. I think that'll help some.