Benadryl Overdose?

No, I just haven't been inspired to write much. Had to start a new semester and all that...so I'm back teaching again. I enjoy it, except for grading papers. I love reading, just not what my students write. I once thought I should be an editor or proofreader, but I think I would pluck my eyeballs out with a spork if I had to continually correct grammar, punctuation, and ignorance all day.

Also, I've been spending my time with my boy/girlfriend Netflix. Everyday I find some new horror movie or supernatural tv show to which I can apply my critical eye. No one will watch tv with me because I always point out the problems in plot line, scenery, and just general mishaps. I find that fun, but I think I may be the only one. I can get a friend to watch American Horror Story with me, but I think it's because she just likes to hear my stupid theories about Rubber Man and Infantata. I think she watches the episodes before she comes over so I don't ruin it for her. Maybe I should stop being so critical, at least in front of people.

Either way, I still hate my apartment. The neighbors called Public Health on me and said I had dog poop piling into stalagmites in my apartment. Although I appreciate their concern, they need to MIND THEIR OWN BUSINESS. I'm not defensive because I do have cave structures made of poo in my apartment, but because people need to focus on their own living-off-the-government lives and let me live mine. I never invited them to spelunk in my apartment so they have no reason to bother me. Once again, this wouldn't happen in my French apartment :(

I am reading American Gods by Neil Gaiman and loving it. It is the only contemporary book that has held my attention as well as Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials. Both books rely on our sense of heritage and theology, but in different ways. So far I am super impressed. I will write a full review once I get much further along.

As for now, good evening/morning :)

This definitely would not have happened in my French apartment

Note found on my door. Apparently my neighbors are both near-sighted and illiterate. My dogs use puppy pads like the pampered pooches they think they are :)

The French Apartment

I've decided I want to live in a crappy yet colorful French apartment. It doesn't necessarily have to be in France, however. After watching a ton of Jean-Pierre Jeunet films and other French films as well I have come to the conclusion that ALL French apartments are magnificently decrepit and filled with interesting characters. At my current apartment, if it were written for French film, the deaf neighbor would be transformed into a goofy clown, the Jesus freak would become a raving lunatic, and the cranky old lady would be what we decide to eat when we have no food. This would be a highly preferable situation. As it stands now, I hardly leave my apartment, and when I do, I see no colorful characters, only annoying neighbors. This may be why I've chosen the life of a hermit. Or it could be the lack of funds for gasoline. I believe it is the former, rather than the latter. Also, I am addicted to Netflix.

The Idle Poor...

Since I have no job, no money, and no interest in life at the moment, I've decided to blog about my habits in case others share my condition. My condition is poverty of money but excess of mind. This causes all sorts of problems. I can't turn my mind off without the help of Benadryl and the coma it induces. This blog will be the tales of my dreams and idle time spent in between my comas. I hope someone can relate.