The pleasures...

[human_celluloid]

...of procrastination. I'm serious. I've never felt so guiltless for doing so little. I have an essay to write, on the significance of the Sublime in Romantic writing. I'm paying particular attention to Wordsworth and Coleridge, and Shelley's Frankenstein. But I'm in one of those moods (and when am I not?) wherein I can read and read, cross-

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As long as you are saying shit here, I'm happy.