think think think....about thinking?

My class is about thinking about thinking and the real being unreal and the unreal being real. I hate that. I hate thinking about that. it confuses me. I have to go read now. and I really don't want to because I tried last night and couldn't make sense of it.

Today is the kind of day to crawl up with a cup of hot chocolate toss on an Iron & Wine album and lay around reading the stack of magazines next to my bed and do nothing.

time to head over to get my fix---ahhhh my coffee addiction----and hopefully get some reading done before a long night of teaching and Cloverfield.