The other day I was talking with my mom on the phone, and I said I had had a productive day (when I was young she would always wish me and my brother, "Have a productive day!"), and that I had read a few hundred pages in this like 830-page book that had been channeled by an American seer in the mid-19th c.
"All these books that are my primary sources are so long," I was like.
"Can't you skim?", she was like.
"You can, but you have to read a lot too, and that takes longer than you think. And this book is just bizarre shit."
"No wonder you drink so much," she was like.
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