On book-instinct

For reasons I couldn't explain or indeed formulate, I pulled Brokedown Palace off the shelf for my commuter reading yesterday, in spite of the fact that it's not a book I generally enjoy reading (a wholly different matter from whether it's good or not; it's excellent, in case you wondered). This proved to be an entirely correct choice.

-10% morale

I'd been doing pretty well at class last week & this week; and indeed was doing pretty well today until the end, where I Utterly Lost The Thread and became the king of suck. Naturally that was in groups, so lots of people got to see it. Yay.

I ended up getting a yolato cone on the way home to salve my nerves. My sadness knows no bounds of time or space. (At least it's low-fat, I guess.)