dead babies

I am so hung up on fiction right now it is ridiculous. I just finished Time's Arrow, which was required for my science fiction class, none the less, amazing. But now I am in the middle of writing a 2000 word essay on the nature of time and time reversals and it is making me not only resent my life but my life's involvement with the novel, which I actually loved. Why do things like that have to happen. I resent a lot of things that I used to love because they got muddled with unattractive events, which make me shutter when I think about them. Why am I unable to separate the things I love or used to to love from it's associations in my past. Cause and effect I guess. Although cause and effect really are isolated events, only connected by a sequencing in time. I don't have time for this blog,

i have to get back to writing about the one thing i hate more than anything in life,

time. it gives me a swift kick in the ass every day.

sorry, suicidal rain-check, I am much too busy.






oh "dead babies" is my next read.