A God-of-Small-Things-God-of-Loss-shaped hole in the Universe.

I've got a sick headache something awful. I feel like I could upchuck this tomato soup any minute. Probably I should have made some real food, but I didn't feel like it. The headache is from crying while watching Buffy season five, where Joyce dies, because
A) It's sad
and
B) I couldn't help but think of my mom.
I would be completely lost without her. I mean, I don't know what I'll do when I move out even. She takes care of everything in my life.

I had to read a book for one of my classes called "The God of Small Things" by Arundhati Roy. (Which is where the title to this post comes from, and which makes more sense if you've read the book.) It's pretty amazing. Definitely not an airplane read - it's heavy in just about every way you could imagine. There's so much going on in it, and the timeline is reminiscent of Faulkner, and you don't really have a chance to get too attached to any one character, but they all end up meaning something to you. With the exception of one, my opinions changed about all the characters. Some, by the end of the book I thought, "How on earth could you do that? And to him?" Or not necessarily "him"", but he's one of them. And one character I didn't like until the end of the book. Not that I didn't understand her, I just didn't like the things she did.
Anyway, I recommend this book. It made me not want to read anything for a bit, which, to me, means I've read something special.

Actually, on the whole, I'd recommend everything the professor of that class has assigned us, poems, to short stories, to novels. He's a real worldly guy. He's been around the world a couple of times or maybe more. He's seen the sights, he's had delights on every foreign shore. Enough singing. But really, he has had his fair share of travels and he's a great professor. I hope he sticks around for a while so I might have the chance to have him again.
He's one of the few professors who I've especially enjoyed having. One of the others is leaving after this semester. I probably wouldn't have been able to have her again, but still.

Tonight is the last night of Life on Mars (US). I hate how the shows that are actually good get cancelled. I guess it's not really a show you could follow unless you watched the first few episodes. I'm still not sure if I want Sam to return to the present or stay in 1973. I mean, he'll lose something either way.
I guess I'm satisfied with the ending. Definitely not what I expected. Surely not what anyone expected. I'll take it, anyway.

I haven't seen my roommate in three weeks. I wonder if I just repel people. The same thing happened with my last roommate, too. I mean, I don't smell bad, I'm hygienic, I clean regularly, I don't make a big fuss over things. Not that I especially mind her absence - I quite enjoy solitude - it's just, really?


Directed to: The God of Loss the God of Small Things Velutha with a brown leaf on his black back (that makes the monsoons come on time).


(I feel rather blasphemous about capitalizing "god" when I'm not actually talking about God, but that's how Roy wrote it.)