Still stressed to a breaking point, still dealing with the most mind numbingly boring reports at work, and still can't sleep to save my life.Trying to get through The Faerie Queene for Thursday's class, but good god it's tough. Not because it's bad, I'm actually enjoying it quite a bit, but reading anything written n Middle English is always a chore. So basically, my life still sucks, I'm still overworked, and I still really really wish I could escape, even if just for a weekend. By the way, does anyone know anything about Renaissance Music Theory? I have to present on that at the end of the month, it has something to do with Shakespeare's use of music as the justification for the topic. This wasn't my choice by the way, the professor is insane.
Anyway, I guess the point of this is just to let those of you who care know that I'm still alive, and that I haven't forgotten you! I'm just really busy and quickly going insane. Fun! Please kill me now...
I need someone to talk to. This really is starting to drive me crazy.
Oh! One other thing that really pissed me off! So I wrote what I considered to be a good presentation where I presented an apocalyptic reading of Cormac McCarthy's Blood Meridian for class. I pulled apart the story showing how it was apolyptic in nature, I compared it to his actual apocalypse novel The Road, and explained the significance of a reading like this in context of the Cold War (it's a class on Cold War literature). After which, during the course of the discussion, my cunt of a professor refers back to it as a generic reading... fucking generic! Where the hell does she get generic from that? Bitch...