Thought

...because I apparently can't write about ANYTHING but literature.

Fact: I've been compared, at one point or another, and with varying degrees of accuracy, to every character in The Great Gatsby. Except for Myrtle and Meyer Wolfsheim (though someone did say that Meyer Wolfsheim was "my destiny," which...ew).

And yes, the accidie with which I'm writing reflects my outlook at the moment. Things aren't great. But they'll get better...tomorrow, or something. At least that's what I'm told.