not sure about class, but my fic consciousness is pretty high

How can an hour and forty minutes of lecture fill me with so much feeling?? I blame my professor, who is a wonderful, witty lecturer. But mostly I blame lassiterfics and zempasuchil and their beautiful, beautiful use of Marx in ficcing Merlin (also Durkheim, but I'm not to him yet in class, just super excited to get there). See, I haven't actually done the Marx reading yet, because this week has been hell academically, but the lecture was so good and I had in mind all the joy I've gotten vicariously out of other people's study of Marx. And my professor mentioned Engels' patronage of Marx and how they sat around sharing ideas and all that jazz, and I looked at my friend and said with great authority - "biggest bromance ever" - and then felt like an enormous poser, but was also super happy.


In other news, screw you, CW. And please, please, Canada, please be awesome. Pleaaaaaase.  And, Misha makes everything better.