DGAF (don’t give a fuck)

Hello all and a belated Happy Thanksgiving.  They don’t celebrate T-gives here (obviously) so my flatmate Ellis organized a delightful celebration.  I made garlic mashed potatoes (with 3 whole heads of garlic)!  Not trying to brag, but they were delicious.

The next day I went to the Sigmund Freud museum in Hampstead.  Sigmund Freud is the personal hero of two of my personal heroes who are:

Tell me someone else besides Molly Jane loves this show!  Anyway, the Freud Museum is a little house where he and his family lived after fleeing from the Nazis, which technically means he only lived there for ONE YEAR before dying (I think he killed himself because the pain caused by his cancer was too much?  Am I remembering that right?) but I can’t fault them.  How many Edgar Allen Poe houses does the U.S. have?  Answer: like a million.

I saw the famous couch his patients used to lie on and learned some “fun facts,” like that, at the peak of his career, he used to hear patients for ten hours a day.  I also saw this painting which depicts the famous “Wolf Man”’s dream:

School is winding down here and I have papers to write.  Unfortunately, I cannot be bothered to give a fuck.  Why should I?  I am damn tired and my grades here don’t affect my GPA.  Right now, I am on my way out the door to go to a very famous and cool used bookstore instead of working on my last Shakespeare paper because I don’t give a fuck.  DGAF (don’t give a fuck).