Though I’m sure the cold virus is gone from my body; I’m still
stuffed up. On top of that my apartment is so hot and dry that I think I can
smell my mucous being slightly cooked in my nostrils.
I wasted several hours on Monday, the
last day of my holiday, arguing with stupid fake news posts.
I started looking
into the Creative Writing course that I’d like to take starting next fall and I
noticed that there’s a prerequisite of one fourth year English course. I
suspect though that this could be circumvented at the discretion of the
department. It wouldn’t hurt to apply but the applications are not available
until the end of March and then there’s a May 15th deadline.
I finished reading
Anne Carson’s “Autobiography of Red”. It really is a great piece of writing. It
was also an interesting road novel of travelling through Argentina and Peru.
Peru seems especially culturally interesting. Apparently you can bake bread in
volcanoes.
I didn’t have any
bread to have with dinner but I had some Pillsbury pizza dough. I probably
should have flattened it out more before baking it because it was slightly
uncooked in the middle.
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