Baking with Plath

I meant to finish my essay this weekend. That’s not going to happen because I’m such a procrastinator. That is so not spelled correctly.  I’ll at least fix my introduction and figure out a conclusion. I need a better thesis because it doesn’t make any sense right now.

I badly want to start reading Anna Karenina. I <3 Tolstoy. First I need to finish reading collected short stories of Mark Twain, collected short stories of Flannery O’Connor, collected short stories of Carson McCullers, and Waiting for the Barbarians by J.M. Coetzee; all of this I am reading simateniously. I also want to start Don Quijote, which I bought in Spanish with the intention of translating it myself. Why not buy it in English? Because that’s not how I roll.  I have a serious book disease. I buy them faster than I can read them.