If you haven’t heard my groans and complaints from where you are, I’ll complain to you from here. I am sick, sick, and sick with a stuffed nose, stuffed ears, and if it were possible, stuffed eyes as well. Which sucks because I seem to have every stuffed thing but a stuffed turkey, which would be totally appreciated.
Unfortunately, I don’t have much of a Thanksgiving attitude today. In fact, I’m in a complainy mood today. Like… a what-the-fuck-why-is-every-stuffable-hole-in-my-head-stuffed kind of mood.
And of course, because I never hesitate to find something wrong in an otherwise perfect day, I must complain about one more thing. Romance novels and their effect on my brain.
Because I haven’t anything to do other than study, which I don’t feel like doing at the moment, I’ve been reading The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. It’s a great book, don’t get me wrong. It’s very digestible and easy to read (unless you don’t have much of a stomach for romance) and I have to admit, it’s a difficult book to put down. Too bad I underestimated the power of romance novels before I took it up.
It has gotten me into a dream state full of flowers and weddings and kisses and love. It’s disgusting and it’s inescapably wonderful. Studying chemistry at this point is impossible.
My head is in the clouds, I miss my boyfriend terribly (the fact that I don’t have much to do to keep me busy doesn’t really help), and I am just a soppy mess. I’m just thankful I haven’t watched Korean dramas. I don’t really know what would happen to me if I did, nor do I want to know.
