— David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
Not only does this quote remind me of my great failure this summer to actually complete Wallace’s uber-novel, it also reflects my state of mind this week, not a state of mind that makes me feel anything close to inner peace, to put it mildly: I’m hoping to cure myself, at least momentarily, with a weekend of sleep, generous sips of whiskey, and mindless dvd viewing of Weeds or The Tudors (or whatever Netflix deigns to send me with their damned “very long wait” fatalism) in between bouts of grading.