Laughter Through Tears

I bear a completely irrational and disproportionate hate for the psychology textbook I'm reading right now, and it's making it hard to complete my assignment. Maybe it's because this chapter reads so much like a terrible new age pop-sci book about relationships and the power of lurve. For crying out loud, you do not need a freaking biology degree to know that there are no feelings in the heart. It's an organ that pumps blood. No, I do not accept that this is a metaphor. No, you are a psychologist dammit, and you should by now know for a fact that feelings live inside the brain.

Grumpy materialist is grumpy.