Fair warning, I’ve just got to the end of a week of 7am starts and I’m feeling tired and melodramatic right now. 2016 is turning out to be a pretty dismal year all things considered and this last week has definitely been a tough one. It started with the news that the great Leonard Cohen had died at 82 and then continued to reveal that Donald Trump would become the next President of the United States. Then Nigel fucking Farage has been popping up spreading his usual bigoted bullshit and looking extremely pleased with himself. It’s too much. We’ve lost so many talented people and seen too many political upsets this year and we’re still only in November. I’m going to blame this difficult week for the fact that I haven’t done any reading. I’ve just been hiding in my room, listening to Leonard Cohen songs, and pretending 2016 isn’t happening. Only a month and a bit until we can start a new year and leave this awfulness behind us. 2017 has to be THE year, right?
Not gonna lie, I’ve read nothing this week. I’ve just been so tired after work that I just fall asleep without warning. It’s been one of those weeks where I look at the time at 11pm, decide it’s time to get ready for bed, and suddenly its 1am. I just can’t cope. So I’ve been shit but I’m trying to reboot over my next 2 days off. Hopefully I’ll become a functioning human being again.
- Penguin Little Black Classics
- Liar Lair
Who is Murdocal? A casual critic who is a little bit too obsessed with pop culture. A young woman who swears and rants much more than she knows she should whilst trying to make her way in an adult world she isn't prepared for. A not as recent as she'd like literature graduate who, between job applications and subsequent rejections, has turned to the internet to fight the boredom and review the shit out of everything.
"Maybe, just maybe, I'm the faller. Every family has someone who falls, who doesn't make the grade, who stumbles, who life trips up. Maybe I'm our faller."