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verbminxI napped from about 230AM-530AM. Half asleep and half awake. I'd wake up and grumble everytime my mom came in and turned my light out. I'd claim to be awake and in need of the light. It'd go back on, and then I'd shield my eyes from it and snuggle back under my blanket and go right back to sleep.
I finished They Call Me Mad Dog!... it's, um, I don't know. It has funny parts but I don't think I liked it as much as Flaming Iguanas. I liked the idea of it, but Lopez isn't always the best writer, and occasionally I lost her meaning. & there were other parts where I thought she could have stood to be edited (most notably the line about "I asked what are we going to do now and he said nothing. i don't mean he just sat there, he actually said 'nothing'"). But she's always entertaining, at least. My biggest laugh came when she attempted her revenge on Big Bob for stealing her mattress. It's a book that one could probably read in an evening or two; I took four a few days apart because I wasn't dedicated. (I wonder if it's a thing with gen-x urban zine-inspired dyke fiction that most of it disappoints me in terms of textual quality. I liked Sarah Waters' Tipping the Velvet - which is a British historical novel - but Michelle Tea, somewhat similar to Lopez but more confessional and not as funny, is another writer who I think should be edited more heavily than she was in the book of hers that I read.)
I'm still feeling very unwonderful. Fucking relapse. I'm going to load up on the vitamins and go back on my stupid restricted diet now. Well, after I sleep a lot. Not right this second.
I finished They Call Me Mad Dog!... it's, um, I don't know. It has funny parts but I don't think I liked it as much as Flaming Iguanas. I liked the idea of it, but Lopez isn't always the best writer, and occasionally I lost her meaning. & there were other parts where I thought she could have stood to be edited (most notably the line about "I asked what are we going to do now and he said nothing. i don't mean he just sat there, he actually said 'nothing'"). But she's always entertaining, at least. My biggest laugh came when she attempted her revenge on Big Bob for stealing her mattress. It's a book that one could probably read in an evening or two; I took four a few days apart because I wasn't dedicated. (I wonder if it's a thing with gen-x urban zine-inspired dyke fiction that most of it disappoints me in terms of textual quality. I liked Sarah Waters' Tipping the Velvet - which is a British historical novel - but Michelle Tea, somewhat similar to Lopez but more confessional and not as funny, is another writer who I think should be edited more heavily than she was in the book of hers that I read.)
I'm still feeling very unwonderful. Fucking relapse. I'm going to load up on the vitamins and go back on my stupid restricted diet now. Well, after I sleep a lot. Not right this second.
