I Forgot my Book at Home

by hellorousseau

Heads up: This post is not about body positivity. Sometimes I do things for school. This is one of those things.

First, my computer stopped working. Then, I realized I left my book at home, just as my car began its struggle to start.

It was my final day at the retail job I’ve been at for 2 years, and I was hungover from the club-educed birthday festivities from the night before.

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Pictured: Two sober, intelligent women who enjoy clean-eating, book club, and a nice jog every now and then. Also, night clubs are disgusting.

Chapter 7 of Homicide was the best chapter so far, and I wish I had the energy to talk about it.

I wish I had the energy to talk about the fact that Simon wrote the humour in the chapter so well, I was literally laughing out loud at some parts.

I wish I had the energy to talk about how the Geraldine Parrish case was not only extremely entertaining, but super fascinating, and I wish I had the energy to link it back to the book I’m writing (Damsel), and talk about female serial killers.

I wish I had the energy to talk about the clever, colourful use of Rob Base & DJ EZ Rock’s It Takes Two.

I wish I had the energy to talk about how much I feel like Detective Donald Waltemeyer most of the time (angry, but determined), and I wish I had the energy to talk about how this chapter reminded me how much I’m truly enjoying this book.

I wish I had the energy to talk about it, but I don’t.

I’m far too excited for bed.

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