I thought I had seven projects, it turned out to be eight. I am sick of writing. I am sick of my computer. I am sick of back aches from sitting at my computer for hours. I am sick of "White Noise" although I still have eleven pages worth of term paper to go on that topic. Fuck you Don DeLillo and your shitty novel that I thought was mediocre. And also, fuck post-modernism because I am not digging it man.