" 'Nobody ever lives all their life all the way up except for bull-fighters.' " --Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises
It's been a pretty uneventful break so far.
I've barely left my room.
But I have to keep trying to do something so I don't stop and get all angsty and broody.
It's like there's a cloud over my head or something.
I can't imagine why, except for maybe my girlfriend living with her angry, Ohioan ex-boyfriend in O-fucking-hio for an entire fucking week.
But I'm just being a stupid, moody teenager.
Aside from the occasional jump into the shoes of Jake Barnes I haven't done anything.
Can you guys tell I like Hemingway?
This is only the third Hemingway reference in ten posts.