sit down son

Finals week started two days ago and I've yet to actually have a final. My first one is in 5 hours and 45 minutes. I've been reading. A lot. Some of it's been fanfiction, strangely of the Harry Potter variety for the most part, unless something on my flist catches my eye. But mostly Harry Potter and not much of that.

( This got long. Melodrama, rambling, maybe a few excuses and who know what else. )

And on a final note, The Gathering by Anne Enright is a really fantastic novel. The language is pure sex and the story is nothing but life, jumbled up and regurgitated as a combination of experiences, fantasy and hazy memory. And clearly, it's made me introspective. Go read it, folks.