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It must be Monday: I met with my World Literature class this morning to discuss ''[[Character v. Fate|Oedipus Rex]]''. Man, that 40 minute Zoom session ''flew'' by. Or should I say ''zoomed'' by? | It must be Monday: I met with my World Literature class this morning to discuss ''[[Character v. Fate|Oedipus Rex]]''. Man, that 40 minute Zoom session ''flew'' by. Or should I say ''zoomed'' by? | ||
The daze are starting to merge together in some kind of surrealistic Ballardian mindscape. Either that, or this is the beginning of a cosmic Lovecraftian horror story wherein we’ll soon be visited by individual tentacled nightmares that merge with us out of some abysmal dimension of eldritch magenta. I think something is wrong with my liver. Maybe I just need some real sleep. | The daze are starting to merge together in some kind of surrealistic Ballardian mindscape. Either that, or this is the beginning of a cosmic Lovecraftian horror story wherein we’ll soon be visited by individual tentacled nightmares that merge with us out of some abysmal dimension of eldritch magenta. I think something is wrong with my liver. [[The Waste Land|April ''is'' the cruelest month]], after all. Maybe I just need some real sleep. | ||
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It must be Monday: I met with my World Literature class this morning to discuss Oedipus Rex. Man, that 40 minute Zoom session flew by. Or should I say zoomed by?
The daze are starting to merge together in some kind of surrealistic Ballardian mindscape. Either that, or this is the beginning of a cosmic Lovecraftian horror story wherein we’ll soon be visited by individual tentacled nightmares that merge with us out of some abysmal dimension of eldritch magenta. I think something is wrong with my liver. April is the cruelest month, after all. Maybe I just need some real sleep.
