Today's just mad. I think ALL my Tuesdays are absolutely MAD. Crazy. I shall never do this ever again for the rest of my semesters. 10am-6pm lessons is just insane. UGH!! I just keep falling asleep when my dad drops me off at like, 7++ until 9.30am??? And rush to class to class to class to class until 6pm. Mad mad mad.

I was just reading stuff for my Tragedy presentation for Racine's Phaedra, and one of the poignant things about this play is speech/silence. It reaffirmed my theory that once you say something, you concretize reality; you're committed to it and you're responsible for it. Or like naming something--naming a phenomenon, telling a story about your life, stuff like that. It just categorizes things and give them a [false?] Apollonian structure.

Sigh.