Yesterday my class discussed Munchausen Syndrome by proxy.
Then I came home and read an article about how Rachel Swirsky had spit in the faces of working men everywhere by writing a story in which three anonymous characters in a bar beat somebody up with pool cues.
Then I read another article about how Neil Gaiman had spit in the faces of people with PTSD everywhere by naming his newest collection of stories ‘Trigger Warning’.
Then I read a few chapters of Sense and Sensibility and went to bed.
And I thought, “All in all I’ve had a pretty cohesive day.”