I’m a creature of habit. I take comfort in, and derive direction from, a sense of normality. As such, missing my first class of the morning in favor of a wild goose chase for apparently miswritten office hours resulting in my finishing a strange Chuck Klosterman novel about an absurdly amoral man who smokes an awful lot of PCP is…odd. It puts me in a weird head space. And, because of this, I will continue to view my day as strange, surreal, even. Maybe I will take an upper division Russian class next quarter.
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I WANT TO BE CHUCK KLOSTERMAN.
Well, kind of.
I finally borrowed Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs from someone. It’s unfortunate that I have to actually work sometimes, so reading it has been put off. But it will happen.