I sit here shivering in the Mass Comm room, nursing my sandpaper throat, pneumonia-like cough, an escalating headache and heavy eyes. Am really feeling the pits. Aspirin is within reach but the consequences are not really desired. I have a class tonight.
Lunch is threatening to come up.
I can feel the tomato-ed penne dying to come out.
I slept early last night...unwittingly, of course. 10 hours and strangely it didnt seem enough. Eyes are heavier than having just 3hours of slumber.
Anyway, the word for today: LYNCHIAN
LYNCHIAN refers to a particular kind of irony where the very macabre (morbid; ghastly) and the very mundane combine in such a way as to reveal the former's perpetual containment within the latter.
So yes, there is something ghastly in our mundane everyday world like: frustration, greed, lust and diseases.
Of all the macabre in the world, I have to get the latter.
*weak smile*
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