I emerge from my long, unnoticed absence to say that I loathe Walt Whitman. It may just so happen that, as with Elliot, I will stand corrected, but for now the remaining energy I have from a whole day spent writing a paper is reserved for the loathing of one Walt Whitman.

Also, here is a picture of my cat:

As per usual she fell asleep all over my notes. Oh the joys of a (not so) little kitty ^_^

Also, my last also, the paper I finished today was on James Joyce. Upon completion I reJOYCEd.

…that’s right… a little paronomasia to round off the evening.

Pokie! I came out of my room this morning to have this (not so) little creature staring at me upside down. She’s the best to have around :)

Pokie! I came out of my room this morning to have this (not so) little creature staring at me upside down. She’s the best to have around :)

Why can’t my cat write my literary theory paper for me??

Why can’t my cat write my literary theory paper for me??

This… is my cat!
…but, sometimes I imagine she looks like this:

This… is my cat!

…but, sometimes I imagine she looks like this: