governor)I'm relieved. I really don't have anything more to add: I'm relieved that Obama finally won (I had my doubts, despite how clear the signs were, just like when Deval Patrick was running for, and I'm relieved that my class is finally over. I was getting so sick of those fusty, OCD old ladies and WASPy lisping little girls, and getting up early and jimmying my schedule around just to sit in a chair for three hours going over sheets with seemingly pointless exercises on them. I just hope this class actually makes me more employable.
I've been getting more inspired to write something that I'd been putting off as too obvious, or too goofy. It might be time for me to write a story or novella about Tony. I started reading Angels, Denis Johnson's first novel and it's really pleasing to read something that makes perfect sense to my natural writerly sensibilities. It's the style I got so used to in workshops.
It's definitely the Platonic form of whatever Peter Rock was trying to do; it's all about mildly deranged, deeply sad, lost people fleeing from something they're not quite sure what, drifting in and out of drug-induced stupors, and the language changes perfectly to fit what the character is feeling and going through. It's the weird harmony of the polyphonic novel. I could do something about working with Tony, going in and out of his ADD point of view, gradually unveiling the painful past and truths about himself he's almost convinced himself to stop remembering.
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