i’ve been feeling very sluggish lately. not sure if it’s the medication but just about when it turns dark i’m ready for bed. here i am, yawning.

i was watching some pathetic celebrity news program and they were likening some random show to public stoning which got me thinking to shirley jackson’s story, the lottery. creepy little story. i should check it out again. tradition can be so highly ingrained, sometimes. there’s little changes over the years but there’s always those people wanting to move backwards or stick with what has worked even though they may have forgotten why it worked. needless to say, that’s the sort of attitude that destroys. as it did in the lottery with its necessary scapegoat. i remember they stoned her to death.
i haven’t started on any of my new books. instead, i’m finishing up the book on female murderers. i’d heard of the story of lizzy borden but never in full detail. i’m not talking about the gory parts but about the trial and how her reinforcement of how a woman should act and her socioeconomic status saved her from the noose. it seemed apparent enough that she was the likeliest individual to have done it and that the squeamishness of talking about ‘female’ issues and of criminalizing a lady of class let her get off.

i skipped class yesterday. should have gone but felt so tired that i just read instead. listened to my little brother’s hour of pink floyd on his little radio station. nothing much else to report. i wonder if this medication is poisoning me. that would be sadly amusing. just so tired and apathetic.

i did have a lovely discussion in school after my latest presentation. we talked for a good fifteen to twenty minutes on the topic, which was latina newscasters. mentioned how on spanish television women are always drop dead gorgeous as if they were trying to emulate english-language news.

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