I must have been working too hard. I was in the store in the main building of Stephenson getting something to munch on as I pounded my head over the thesis for my paper on the Atlantic slave trade, and I almost asked to buy "a can of Pringles and a carton of slavery."
I missed a post. I very specifically missed a post. Specifically because I told my mother earlier that day that I would post, and I did not. My mother! How terrible is that? But it had to happen eventually. I've been piling work upon work and I'm suffering from... some well known work phenomenon where it all builds up in the week before due date (I can't recall what it's called just now). At any rate, even in a post that is little more than me saying "I'm too busy right now," I refuse to write just a single sentence on life. I refuse to treat this blog like some bastardized Twitter.
I missed a post. I very specifically missed a post. Specifically because I told my mother earlier that day that I would post, and I did not. My mother! How terrible is that? But it had to happen eventually. I've been piling work upon work and I'm suffering from... some well known work phenomenon where it all builds up in the week before due date (I can't recall what it's called just now). At any rate, even in a post that is little more than me saying "I'm too busy right now," I refuse to write just a single sentence on life. I refuse to treat this blog like some bastardized Twitter.
...I'm good with you treating this blog like as some bastardized Twitter account.... - your mother
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