ridiculous

i sit in a pile of undone and unread assignments but yet my fingers are a flurry on the keyboard. what to search next? whose blog to read? what site to visit?
then it occurs to me at the amazon website, as i'm looking at used copies of a hundred years of solitude, that i am repulsed by literature now and even if i were excited about it, i should probably be reading books on the syllabus.
sinking, a victim of addiction, like yellow to opium, like insects to the zapper.