/lit/ - Literature

>>12370095
i've only read sapiens thus i can only recommend sapiens. it is a great book. surprisingly low amount of bias and personal opinion so that is nice.

While my aesthetic preference would be a leather-bound notebook filled with my own distinctive script, I am afraid that my fourth grade penmanship teacher would be disappointed. Instead, for the past five years I've been journaling with my phone's standard notes app. This gives me the opportunity to log my dreams immediately after waking up, jot down my thoughts and observations when I have a free moment, and take notes when I am reading. For better or worse my entries are forever saved.

>12-9-2017

>After two hours of listening to brass band marches and Christmas albums, I was broadsided by a series of unfortunate events. The road to hell was paved with my failure to plug in the bottle warmer. I waited for thirty minutes in vain as the frozen bag of mothers milk refused to melt. When I finally discovered my error he was already full of sound and fury. A few minutes later the batch was ready. To my astonishment he wouldn't accept his meal. He would take two or three gulps then spit out the bottle. After twenty mils I realized that the milk was sour. Onto the next bag. Again, after what seemed like an eternity, I managed to melt the block of milk as the warmer was now working as intended. With the baby in my right arm I attempted to drain the bag. This proved to be unsuccessful, so returned to baby to the bouncer which drove him bananas. I filled the bottle only to discover that this too was absolutely rotten. Dammit. He was shrieking like a demon. Finally, the last bag in the fridge seemed to be satisfactory. Though once again I had to go through another round of attempting to pour the milk into the bottle, failing miserably as the baby was crying on my hip, placing the child in the bouncer, and listening to his screams as I transferred the milk. I rushed him to the rocker, propped him into place on my right leg, and gave him the bottle. The little guy latched and downed the full amount without hesitating. Sleep soon followed. However, it must have taken twenty minutes for his red blotches to disappear from his face.

My aesthetic preference would be a leather-bound notebook filled with my own distinctive script, I am afraid that my fourth grade penmanship teacher would be disappointed. Instead for the past five years I've been journaling with my phone's standard notes app. This gives me the opportunity to log my dreams immediately after waking up, jot down my thoughts and observations when I have a free moment, and take notes when I am reading. For better or worse my entries are forever saved.

>12-9-2017

>After two hours of listening to brass band marches and Christmas albums, I was broadsided by a series of unfortunate events. The road to hell was paved with my failure to plug in the bottle warmer. I waited for thirty minutes in vain as the frozen bag of mothers milk refused to melt. When I finally discovered my error he was already full of sound and fury. A few minutes later the batch was ready. To my astonishment he wouldn't accept his meal. He would take two or three gulps then spit out the bottle. After twenty mils I realized that the milk was sour. Onto the next bag. Again, after what seemed like an eternity, I managed to melt the block of milk as the warmer was now working as intended. With the baby in my right arm I attempted to drain the bag. This proved to be unsuccessful, so returned to baby to the bouncer which drove him bananas. I filled the bottle only to discover that this too was absolutely rotten. Dammit. He was shrieking like a demon. Finally, the last bag in the fridge seemed to be satisfactory. Though once again I had to go through another round of attempting to pour the milk into the bottle, failing miserably as the baby was crying on my hip, placing the child in the bouncer, and listening to his screams as I transferred the milk. I rushed him to the rocker, propped him into place on my right leg, and gave him the bottle. The little guy latched and downed the full amount without hesitating. Sleep soon followed. However, it must have taken twenty minutes for his red blotches to disappear from his face.