College classes are grinding along with the finality of a lively funeral march, some are enjoyable, others make me wish I could gouge out my professor’s eyes with a Tacobell spork.
I just had to write out a Short Fiction analysis of a story called The Open Boat by Steven Crane. It could have been an amazing story, and if I had been able to read it sooner, I would have enjoyed it. It is about 4 men in a tiny dinghy after their ship sank, trying to row towards land while riding an endless mass of gray water that is utterly indifferent to their plight.
Sounds cool yes?
My online course is able to suck the joy out of that faster than my kids devour holiday themed candy.
And now all my mind wants to do is curl up in a warm spot and sleep. I had been meaning to post a new blog post for the past week, but assignments and exams chewed me up and spit out wrinkly husks of manic tiredness.