Well, anyway. Woke up late around 8:45 today. Had breakfast around 9:45, oatmeal with eggs and kimchi daikon(?). Finished writing out diction notes (vocabulary definitions) for Shade's poem, and started prepping for additional notes. It's a slog to get through the first time I'll admit but once you know the story it goes a lot, lot easier. Shade's poem simply makes more sense to me than it did a year and a half ago, Kinbote or no Kinbote; I'm actually dedicated to the text and what Shade has to say. Work from 2pm to 8pm. Read more of the poem at work. I think what gets me about Kinbote is that I could be him if my circumstances were that much worse. Gay, slightly misandrist, not the best or sharpest scholarship; and a conviction to rend rain from clouds; and a dramatic flair inching on the manic or the distressed or both. Though I'm not a pedophile or pederast like Kinbote, thank God!
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391