I recently finished a book about. . . well, thats complicated. But anyway, there was a Native American in the novel, and after reading it, I felt guilty for being white. No, more specifically, I felt terribly responsible for the way the Native Americans have been treated by the American settlers.
Well, theres not anything I can do to change the past. Still. . .
There are several things I should be doing just now, like reading about Romantic era music, finding out when grass was first found in the fossil record, or finishing my text analysis. Yet, none of them sound as appealing as a nap. . .
There will be no nap. Homework, it is.