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Mein papa took me to breakfast at the diner downstairs, where we had an actual conversation. So it is possible to get him to listen and not lecture. I just happen to be especially good at it.

I can't seem to make myself do any work. Every time I think about getting back to the ethnography I need to have finished by this weekend or the last article I have to review for my anthro class, I end up either online staring at The Dark Tower Puzzle, or reading my illegally-downloaded Wolves of the Calla. Fucking hell, all those weeks spent not interested in reading; why does Stephen King have to come out with the next Dark Tower book the very second I need to be reading for school?

Furthermore, I'm in class until almost 9 tonight and I got the usual 3 hours sleep.

Poop.

And I still have to do that pointillist painting. Time to fire up Sunday in the Park with George for inspiration.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:57 PM | shower me with attention