I remember back in the day, about two years ago, when I had to read things all the time because they were assigned to me and I couldn't produce the excuse that my brain was tired after a day work or works because the work still needed to get done no matter. And now, since I don't have some impending deadline, things get put off quite easily. "Oh look, it's my turn in 8 Scrabble games on Facebook, 7 movies are expiring from online streaming by the weekend, Jon Stewart has my husband Colin Firth on tonight..."
I'm proposing Fake School via This Blog to myself. Due next week is some sort of longish post on Guillaume Apollinaire.