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Today I realized that I've put off my pending schoolwork long enough. Must work. Must work.

I didn't get much done today. Just sorted out my calendar (on my Php20 Hallmark calendar FTW) & did a bit of reading for our World Lit report.

The Drowned Children

You see, they have no judgment.
So it is natural that they should drown,
first the ice taking them in
and then, all winter, their wool scarves
floating behind them as they sink
until at last they are quiet.
And the pond lifts them in its manifold dark arms.

But death must come to them differently,
so close to the beginning.
As though they had always been
blind and weightless. Therefore
the rest is dreamed, the lamp,
the good white cloth that covered the table,
their bodies.

And yet they hear the names they used
like lures slipping over the pond:
What are you waiting for
come home, come home, lost
in the waters, blue and permanent.

-- Louise Glück

I haven't taken it apart, but for the most part, I enjoyed it. I love how she talks about drowning kids in icy ponds like it's nothing. :p

I can't seem to get my brain functioning. Head, meet desk.

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And now we're back to how it was. I'm here, in case you remember I exist. Or when it's convenient for you.

I don't get it. Maybe I'm totally uninteresting & just plain forgettable. I probably bore the shit out of people come to think of it.

No, Kang. POSITIVEFUCKINGGENKI.

Ooh, stop making it so hard for me.

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In other news, some idiot down the street follows an alien time zone where it's time to set off really loud firecrackers. In succession. I want to break someone's face now.