I feel a bit deranged today, as I'm trying to finish a major chunk of my dissertation. On breaks, I listen to Kate Bush and Tori Amos. Which is odd, since I haven't listened to them in years. Sometimes I weep. When I haven't read for pleasure in weeks, my soul becomes disordered. A small, unkempt, and ravenous thing. Even a little dangerous. Ugh! So I deactivate my FB account and haunt Twitter to troll Trump. What you need to do to stumble onwards. Wish me luck, Diaryland.




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