Great, now I'm sad. Every night for the last week or two, I have had pretty vivid dreams. They are much like most of my dreams - dark colored and vaguely threatening, with just a hint lucidity. But while my dreams have always had elements of loose mash-ups of cultural stuff I've been exposed to (especially old TV shows), these last two weeks have been solid recitations of videogames. Specifically, yesterday I played some Stalker and watched the Simpsons Movie. Lo and behold, I woke up this morning after an extensive, full color view of the plot of the Simpsons Movie in Stalker form.
Is this really the best my subconscious can do anymore? No wonder I can zone out at work thinking about plottwists in Homestuck. I seriously need some new hobbies.
Which leads me right into pining for my lost ability to read. I'm way behind on my class reading, so I tried to catch up on The Republic. All I read was the included interpretive essay, and that took me three hours to get through thirty pages (thirty large pages with very dense reading, but the point stands). And part of the reason it took me that long was because all the themes of political knowledge and justice keep sending me off daydreaming about stories I once wanted to write.
Goddamn this has been a depressing afternoon. And why have I stopped reading my book, when I know I need to? To let off steam perusing this forum and playing Stalker, of course. What the fuck is wrong with me?