バカバカバカバカバカ！

aka the foolishness of me

It is three in the morning and I just can't sleep. I had ordered some novels from amazon japan the other week to take with me on a trip (you know, to pass the time waiting at the airport, in the plane, etc.) and they came today. I had no will power whatsoever (well, I did manage to hold out for...half an hour or so) and started reading. OMG OMG OMG. Konohara-sensei, I want to curse you out and worship you at the same time. This time I read a two volume story that was...hard to categorize. The actual story didn't do much for me, but two of the side stories just hit me HARD in the gut. The second one made me tear up. And now my mind is going in circles thinking about what it means to be adult and responsible, and the consequences of a person's actions AND non-actions. How kindness can be horribly horribly (unintendedly) cruel like nothing else can be...

While under normal circumstances I adore how Konohara-sensei writes stories that make me think (which is frighteningly rare for the genre), I can't appreciate it so much when I face the prospect of work with only two hours of sleep. *sighs*